A New Flame Novels & Stories

“He feeds on your fear and doubt. You must banish both.” I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, diving inward to the part of me that still believed, still hoped. The memories of my father’s kindness, my mother’s gentle touch, the fierce loyalty of my pack—they all became fuel for the Flame. It flared brighter, swirling around my arms and chest like liquid fire. Nytheras roared, a sound that shook the very foundation of this place, and surged toward me. I barely had time to react, feeling the icy chill of his claws grazing my skin before I unleashed the Flame in a blinding wave.

Inside the house, Nova found an old recorder, the kind Damon had once used to leave messages for Ethan and Grace. She pressed record and spoke. "Dear future flame keepers, If you are hearing this, know: We didn’t walk through fire so you could fear it. We walked through it so you could know you are made of it. Light with tenderness. Burn with justice. Speak with joy. And when the darkness presses in, remember, You come from a thousand sunsets and a million whispered prayers." She saved the recording and placed it carefully among the growing archive. As the evening wound down, Zuri and Ella surprised the family with a musical performance, a song they had written called "Home is a Flame."

"And, whilst we are mourning the loss of lives here tonight, we also have cause for celebration as our Alpha is already pregnant with the next heir." The crowd goes crazy with the news and while the fires burn, Flame is surrounded by well wishers, eager to offer their congratulations to the new Alpha. "Protect her." Kade growls uneasily as we are separated by a sea of people. "She's fi…" My reassurance is cut off as screams come from the outer edges of the clearing. Warriors spring into action as Rogues come into view, slicing and snapping at those on the outer edges. Flame hasn't got the room to shift, the crowd dragging her backwards towards the pathway that leads back to town, a funnel wh

“Come with us, flame. Now.” They shattered me a third time, Zephyr burying deep and spilling hot inside me with a broken groan, his hips jerking as he flooded my pussy. Kalyx followed seconds later, aiming for my open mouth, his release hitting my tongue in salty bursts that I swallowed greedily, the rest streaking my chin and chest.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

“Then come, Flameborn. Let’s see which burns brighter, the light or the abyss.” And as our fires met once more, the mountain split open, the sky bled red, and destiny itself held its breath. The battle for the flame had only just begun.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

And I can see a red hue crawling up from the center of the basin it sits in. I can no longer hear anyone, but I can feel all of their fear and uncertainty. I can’t allow those three to inflict so much havoc on us. I watch the red crawl through the black and purple flame and I feel the flames relax as if the red color of my anger is burning away some impurity. Then the base of the flame turns silver. This time eating through the black and purple of the flame leaving an almost invisible flame behind. I keep focusing, letting my instincts guide me. My wolf says this is a clean slate, we can build the protection the way that we want. I imagine my mates, my friends and family, the pups, all

Ben finally found the sack of seeds stored in the ship’s hold and brought it to the deck, where the dragon stood. They were a fascinating flower seeds and had to make sure that they were kept away from any exposure to rain. Extraordinarily, these plants wouldn’t flower in any season. Water could even damage their seeds. Only one element could make them thrive and bloom - dragon fire. Therefore, they were given the name fire dandelions.

However, before I even reached the front entrance, I saw black smoke billowing out of the blazing house. Immediately, I thought about my son, Harrison Ellis, who should be sleeping in his room. Wasting no time, I drenched a piece of tissue to cover my nose and mouth before rushing in. As soon as I entered the living room, I could feel the flames licking at my skin. The pain intensified as boils soon formed on my red, swollen skin. Every time I breathed in, it felt as though I were inhaling burning hot coals. Even my throat felt like it'd been scalded, causing so much pain that I couldn't even speak. My tears flowed uncontrollably.