A Moth To Flame Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

~*~ Warning the following chapter contains a sexually explicit scene. ~*~ (Salvatore’s POV) The flames of the fire quickly die down, leaving us shivering against the cold dark night. The rogue supernatural’s left a while ago, and the only sound left in the forest is the wind howling in the tree. It’s going to be a cold night, and we are going to have to find a place to bed down in for the night before the impending storm gets any worse.

I flipped mine over and stared at the spine, turning the book at different angles until I noticed a slight shimmer on the spine. My heart jolted. This can't be. I opened the book to the first blank page. My breathing became loud in my ears as I swallowed hard. I snapped my fingers and a black flame appeared on my fingertip. I placed it against the page. My heart stopped beating as I watched words suddenly appear. ~~ To my dearest Taitan, I'll be in touch...

My lips trembled, but I didn’t flinch. “I seek to free it,” I said. “Not for power—only for balance.” My words felt small compared to the storm around me, but the fire reacted as if I had thrown a spark into its heart. A low hum spread through the ground, and the flames began to twist, forming the shape of a great wolf made entirely of gold. Its eyes glowed like twin suns, and when it stepped forward, my soul knew it. This was the First Flame, the spirit my mother had once spoken of in hushed stories.

My eyes snap open and my hands are on fire. Silver fire. The flames curl around my fingers like vines, weightless and bright. They flicker with light, not heat, and my heart stutters. Everyone is silent. Rhea stares, eyes wide with something between wonder and fear. "She’s doing it," she whispers. The flames ripple higher, sliding up my arms. They don’t hurt. They hum. Like they know me. I breathe. And that’s when it all goes wrong. The fire flares, too fast, too much. It jumps from my arms to the air around me. Moonstones crack. Wind whips across the courtyard. I hear someone shout. Rhea’s voice calling my name. The Elders moving. And then-

Morty said with clenched teeth. "What a pity. I guess I just have to let you suffer a little." Chase shook his head with a sigh. He stepped forward. When his right foot stepped out, a purple flame appeared, and the burning fire began spreading. The look on Morty's face changed. He could sense how powerful that purple flame was! "No—" Morty screamed in fear. He tried to dodge to the side with all his might, but the purple flame came after him like a guiding missile. The purple flame touched Morty's clothes and burnt furiously instantly.

I said and he reluctantly nodded. I walked into the house and Laurel was the first person I saw- just perfect! I would make sure to put in some good words into her rusty head! TBC Sneak peak on the book, MY DEVILISH ADDICTING ALPHA Chapter 1 The howls of wolves could be heard from afar as the full moon shone brightly up the sky. Ismene kept staring at the sky, as she bit her nails. This was one of those times, she'd find joy in staying alone and looking at the sky.

I raised my palm and said,” let me think. I looked around the room trying to come up with a plan. The fire burning in the fireplace caught my eye. A moth flew towards it dazzled by the flame. It turned to ashes the moment its wings touched the fire. If the fire had managed to move back just by an inch the moth would have been saved. The fire is not capable of maintaining distance but I can. His pain-filled eyes flashed before me and I felt a pang of regret but I had to do this. I couldn’t let Alex burn like the moth just because he wanted to come near me.

--- The Turning of the Flame When the last of the Children drifted into sleep, Lyra looked at the Flame Child. Their eyes reflected the glow of a hundred new hearths across the land. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “It’s only the beginning,” they replied. “But beginnings always end in change.” She nodded, sensing the truth in his words. “Then we’ll face it—together.” He smiled. “Until the Flow calls us elsewhere.” And so they stood beneath the Blood Moon, watching the first mortals dream,

Her hands trembled, but her resolve did not. “To love you, Damian,” she whispered into the silence, “is to walk through fire. But I will not be consumed. I will rise.” The candle flame flickered, fragile yet unyielding—just like her. Outside, unseen in the darkness, a pair of eyes watched her every move. A figure stepped closer, steel glinting in hand. The flame wavered. And the chapter ended in silence—before the strike.

“Now… shape it. Think of it as a flame in your hand. Small enough to hold, steady enough not to burn you.” Her brow furrowed. Sweat broke across her temples. She pictured it small, contained, a flicker of light cupped between her palms. And to her shock, she felt it: heat gathering, real and alive. When she opened her eyes, a soft flame danced just above her skin, glowing gold and red. Her breath caught. “Aiden…” His gaze softened with pride, though he didn’t move closer. “You’re doing it. Hold it steady.” The flame quivered with her excitement, threatening to lash out, but she steadied her breath, focusing on the rhythm of his heartbeat she knew so well. Slowly, the flame calmed. It burned,