Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame Past Life Novels & Stories

I saw my own face, eyes sparkling, cold and empty. I saw... "This is the only way to bring her back," Damien whispered as he got down on his knees. I gasped. "Back?" "Who?" The Flame made a noise. Then I saw her. My mom. Still alive. Not seen. Held in the flame. I turned to Damien and whispered, "You lied." "You said she died" He took a step back and his jaw got tight. "She did." But her spirit lives in the Flame. She did everything she could to tie it up. You will kill what's left of her if you seal it again. "You kill the last piece of her I have left."

At least she uses it to whip spirits that don't want to follow her obediently. "Let's go and settle somethings that's happened 500 years ago!" She said to herself and stepped out. FLASHBACK!! Rose sat down with her eyes closed when the book she was holding suddenly shone a bright light, indicating that there is a person about to reach the end of his life on earth. She hurriedly leaves the Realm and went to the place where she can retrieve the new dead soul, and it turned out to be a car accident scene. After speaking with the soul who doubted that he was dead, she collected him to return.

Quickly, she scrambled up the pile of rubble blocking her path. Just as she reached the top, her human nose picked up the scent of her Alpha and mate, Jason. Even though he had rejected her as soon as the mate bond surfaced on her 18th birthday, his unique smell of peppermint tea and cedarwood still made her blood sing and pulse race.

Her gaze traced every familiar line of his brow and eyes slowly. The suspicion building in her chest was getting sharper and more certain by the second, and it scared her half to death. There was a very real chance that the steady, dependable man lying in front of her wasn't just an ordinary person at all. Somewhere inside him, the soulfire and memories of one of her fellow apprentices from a past life might be buried, waiting. That soulfire just hadn't woken up yet. It was sealed away deep inside him the same way Elijah's had been.

I shuddered, imagining a bloody handprint on my cheek. “Evelina…what were you dreaming of?” he finally asked in a strained voice. “I dreamt of myself in a past life,” I croaked out. “ “I did too,” he confirmed. “Do not worry. All will be well. We are in Avalon. And in Avalon, the Great Witch will help us unlock the Sacred Flame. If you are truly the key—” “I…Gabe…I…am not the key,” I gasped, and I finally let the truth spill. “Gabe, I am the Sacred Flame. I carry the Sacred Flame within me.”

This goes deeper, maybe into a past life, if such things are possible. I sit down. “Regina, do you think we had a previous life?” She pauses for a moment. “Maybe. It would explain why you are my person and I am your dragon. It might explain why we have multiple mates and why that green dragon with those sliver eyes clawed us and drove those horrible kids away. I just think we should take it day by day. We are in a good place with the Trio. We can trust them.” I think she is right. I need to just relax, but relaxation is something I have always struggled with.

Above, the sky swirled with moons, three of them, faint, translucent, each casting a different light. “You are Moonborne,” she continued, stepping forward, her feet never quite touching the ground. “But not just of the moon. You were born of two lineages—the blood of wolves and the fire of the First Flame.” I blinked. “That’s not possible. The First Flame was lost, burned out centuries ago.” “It was hidden, not lost,” she whispered. “And now, through you, it burns again.” My mark flared under her gaze. A slow, radiant pulse from my thigh, rippling through my veins like a heartbeat I hadn’t noticed until now.

“Oh, little flame… I am you. I have always been here. You are of the Phoenix line. The fire was never outside of you. It was born in your bones, written in your blood. I am not your enemy. I am your power. Your truth. You deny me, and you deny yourself.” I curled forward, pain lancing down my spine, light erupting from my fingertips. The air around me shimmered, warping in waves. Everything I touched sizzled—flowers, leaves, even the stone beneath my knees. “Let me rise, Olivia,” she said again, softer this time. “Let me defend you. Let me punish them. The facility. Dorian. Evelyn. Every hand that touched you without reverence. Every mouth that spat on your name. I will cleanse it all. I wil

Zenith. “She’s not ordinary,” an elder warlock says, pulling me back to the present. “She’s descended from a sealed line.” “Impossible.” “No, not impossible, hidden. There are echoes of old blood stirring… A fragment of the True Flame.” A ripple of unease passes through the circle. I narrow my gaze. “Are you telling me she’s one of the forbidden offspring?” The silence that follows tells me they are. “She’s more than just bonded to the boy,” another murmurs. “She might be the flame that will light his kindling… the spark that makes him rise above his race.”

Some wolves looked down, unable to meet her gaze, as if ashamed of having doubted. “You were right to think so,” Elara continued. “By every measure that matters, I should have died. The power I channelled was more than my body could contain. I burned from the inside out, consumed by the very force I was trying to wield.” She paused, letting that sink in. “But I did not die. Or rather, I did, but death was not the end. In that space between existence and nothing, I met someone. The first of my bloodline. The original bearer of the First Flame. And she taught me what I had been doing wrong my entire life.”