A New Flame Novels & Stories

“You’ve lost balance. The fire within you is fading because it no longer burns beside its moon. But fear not, for you shall find your second chance mate before the third full moon.” I stared at my palm. Without thinking, I tried to summon my flames. Normally, a warm crimson glow would bloom right away—but this time, only a dim spark appeared, barely warm to the touch. “He’s right…” I murmured. Dalila watched me, concern written on her face. “Miss McCarthy…” I exhaled deeply. Strangely, instead of despair, a hint of relief filled my chest. Maybe because, for the first time, someone told me that my fire wasn’t gone—it was just waiting. Waiting for something… or someone.

“In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.” “And the last one?” Anna asks. “The last one-” CRACK! They are startled when they hear the cracking of twigs. Both of them spin around. Anna has her blade out while Lavi is ready to attack with his flames. They can smell the scent of the person. “Nine!” Anna yells. “I can smell you! Come out!” They are sta

Cleopatra hissed, looking at her bandage arm. "Well you got to be with Rexton... So did you two f**k?" Cheetah asked. "He's playing the hard to get card. Trust me one of these days, I'm gonna ride that d*ck" Cleopatra licked her lips. Cheetah chuckled and they sat down.. Next who came in was Flame with Cisco behind her. "C'mon s*xy, won't you tell me your name? Huh?" Cisco said but Flame ignored him Flame is the newest recruit of Aurelio's unit. Her and Cisco are both specialized in arm combats like karate and Taekwondo.

The Flame was gone, but its whisper lingered, soft and cold, a single word: Again. The world was theirs. But the fire was not done. And from the horizon, a new light rose, not gold, not white, but red, pulsing with a hunger that knew their names, their choices, their everything.

“I pronounce to you all, Queen Avery of Naga!” All of the tribe lifted their heads and sent their flames into the air, even Jessica and her friends. Once everyone's attention turned back to us, my brothers and I allowed our dragons to emerge. Each one brought up a talon to its mouth before blowing its flame on it. I saw fear in Avery’s eyes, so I kissed her once more. As I did, my brothers kissed her neck, allowing our dragons to run their flaming talons across her chest. She let out a whimper followed by a deep moan. When we broke our embrace, our dragons returned to our bodies, allowing the crowd to witness her glowing dragon marks before they faded. Now any dragon will know that she's our

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

I turned back to the window one final time, watching the valley below finally settle into stillness after days of restless, churning weather, and allowed myself, for the first time in a decade of patient waiting, the luxury of genuine, unrestrained anticipation. Ten years of careful manipulation. A marriage engineered to isolate him. A rebirth calculated to the precise conditions necessary. A festival orchestrated to draw every relevant piece into a single, convenient location. Grief, sacrifice, and love, harvested patiently, methodically, exactly as required to bring the Flame this close to full maturity. And now, finally, the collection. "Send word to the others," I said quietly. "Tell the

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

“Then it has begun.” “What do we do?” She looked upward toward the moonlight struggling to reach this cursed place. We pray the flame does not remember who first lit it. We pray the Alpha heir’s wolf does not try to reclaim what the boy has already shattered. “And if it does?” Her smile deepened. Then the flame will not burn for love. It will burn with vengeance. And the gods will be the first to scream. Her voice lowered to a whisper: Then the packs will bleed. The Moon will weep.

Both of them sobbed uncontrollably, their tears and snot soaking into my hospital gown. "Honey, I've finally found you!" "Mom, I was wrong! I won't play those games with you again! Please forgive me and come home! I love listening to your bedtime stories the most!" I stood there awkwardly, waiting for them to finish crying. Once they had calmed down, I hesitated before asking, "Excuse me… but who are you?" Owen froze, his expression utterly stunned. For a few seconds, he was completely speechless. "Shannon… you don't remember us?" His voice trembled. "Are you still mad at me? I swear, I genuinely had no memory of anything before… but now I remember everything! I came back for you! I love you