Eternal Flame Put Out Novels & Stories

“It’s not!” The flame suddenly stayed still, raging as if it’s fighting with itself. “I’m your rightfully master, you idiot!” Sierra screamed to the fire. As if it could understand her, the flame stopped, then danced like it was bowing down to Sierra. With a one deep exhale, the circle went bigger and in a short time, it exploded, burning the surrounding mercilessly, including the soldiers. Gray couldn’t see it all because the light was so bright, yet so hot. All he could hear was screaming as they’re melted down.

But my gaze flickers to Sophia, and she seems hesitant. Grayson steps forward, “that isn’t true. The eternal flame is a living, breathing entity. It’s been searching for a vessel the second it flickered to life. We can feel it calling to Freya, and every second that passes - she’s closer.” I have questions, but for the life of me, I can’t speak them. My heart missed ten beats before drumming angrily against my ribs as if I’m holding it captive. It vibrates through my ears and rings so loudly, but I can’t move.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses. I yelled into the megaphone, "Jared, I like you! Marry me! I'll keep standing here until you come out and meet me!" After a long time, he finally came out, surrounded by his team members. He walked up to me and accepted the bouquet of roses, but he rejected me. "I appreciate your feelings, but I can't marry you." I asked him tearfully, "Why? Do you not like me at all?" "No." "Then, why? Tell me! At least give me a reason!"

“Yes, I do.” “Yes. Selene used Vestra’s powder, but it can only be used once every five years because Vestra is not active anymore.” Her expression changed slightly for a few seconds but immediately returned to normal before I could name whatever it was. “And the last… Nivor, the Silent Flame. His fire burned only those with hatred in their hearts. He was the pack’s purifier.” Camille gasped softly. “They sound incredible… If they protected the pack, why lock them away?”

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

Letters that my father had forced me to learn. “The bearer of the Eternal Flame awakening under a cracked sky. The one born when the sun and the stars shine the brightest. One whose blood is made of flame shall either rise to guard or consume, and the balance shall tremble until the flame finds its master.” I froze. Every instinct in me screamed. She’s the Eternal Flame… But that couldn’t be, right? I flipped further, desperate to find context, to find who the prophecy spoke about and how exactly this Eternal Flame looked like, why it had several stars, and shadows tied into it. But the moment my eyes scanned the next page, the paper ignited.

And then they sang—not a war song, not a victory chant, but the old lullaby once sung to new Flamekeepers: “Let the spark become the flame, Let the flame become the path, Let the path become the story— That no shadow can outlast.” As the final notes faded into the wind, Serena looked at the flame once more. And the flame… smiled.

Every scheme documented. She hadn’t destroyed Sophia. She had handed her a torch. And when the flame came? It wouldn’t flicker. It would consume.

The golden liquid shimmered beneath the moonlight, waiting to be set ablaze. I bit my lip. I had no idea if Dimitri had tampered with the fire. But after everything he had revealed… I couldn’t rule it out. The King and Riven stepped forward, each taking an ornate torch from the elders. The crowd watched in silence, anticipation thick in the air. Dimitri clasped his hands together. "Let the fire burn bright!" The moment the torches met the sacred oils, a burst of flames erupted, dancing wildly against the night sky.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”