Eye Of The Flame Novels & Stories

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

Callie stood at the center of it all, bathed in multi-colored light, her eyes glazed and unseeing. "Crowned with an eternal flame."

In the distance, wolves cried out as the trees bent nearly to the breaking point. ​The silver-eyed man shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of the atmosphere. “If the First Flame rises fully, the frame can’t hold both forces! One of them has to break!” ​“Which one?” I asked. ​He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw hope in his eyes. “The one that’s built on rules.” ​The cold presence gathered itself like a massive storm wall. ​Initiating overwrite. ​The heat answered. The ground split wider, and light poured up—not blinding, but alive. It was fire that remembered being a sun. I gasped as the ember in my chest finally tore open.

The chamber began to collapse, stones breaking apart as flames surged in. Camela's arms shook, and her body felt scorched by the intense light. Every fiber of her being wanted to collapse and surrender. Yet, despite the blinding pain, she managed to lift her head one last time, glaring at the nearest eye with tears and blood streaking down her face. Her voice trembled but pierced through the roar. “You don’t own my sight!” The eye cracked in response to her defiance. A scream erupted from the walls. Light exploded outward—fierce and all-consuming.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

A tear slipped down her cheek, silent and unacknowledged, and it only served to stoke the flames of my anger. I shoved the barrel of the gun against her lips, the cold metal pressing into her mouth. She didn’t move, didn’t resist, just stared at me with those empty eyes that I had missed so much in these months apart. The look in them was too much, too raw, too filled with a pain that mirrored my own. It made something inside me twist, made the rage falter for just a second. But then, in that second, I realized what I was about to do.

flame? Yes, they were triangular but like a flame. Olive jolted up. This was a very good sign. She was 100% at the right place. But still...how was she going to gain access. She rubbed her chain and exhaled. ‘Burn,’ she heard a whisper in her head. Olive gasped...that sounded very much like her wolf but it was different. ‘Burn, Flamera, burn,’ the voice whispered again. Her fingers began to itch. She flexed them and lifted her hands higher from her side. And she set them on fire.

, Flames ordered. The burn behind my eyes felt like a hot sword being dragged across my eye lids. The tears were a mile away from falling. I stepped out, my sneakers touching the ground. Flames was a few feet away because I could feel him. His hand landed on my arm and I tried pulling myself from him to no avail. When he let go of me, apart from the sound of my rugged breathing and my feet moving along the ground with confusion, Ethan’s muffled screams sounded from a distance.

The elder smiles, raises the chalice and faces the crowd, “We accept Angel Hunter as our Luna, we will respect her and aid her in any way we can. Now Luna Angel Hunter and Alpha Damon Lucas Hunter will both drink from the chalice, the blood symbolises the unity of our leaders and their commitment to the Silverwood Pack” Damon drinks the blood, he has a strange moment where he looks dazed, his eyes seem to light up with an actual glow. It looks like something from a Ski Fi movie, I’m worried because he seems frozen in time. The elder steps to Damon and gently puts his hand on Damon’s shoulder to check he’s ok and Damon steps out of his trance. Damon passes me the chalice and “whispers it’s ok

He puts up a hand, she stops, “Hang on, golden fleck?” She nods, “I’ve not seen that.” She raises her eyebrows, and he goes to the mirror to stare at himself. “I don’t see it.” She comes to his side and produces a small flame, like that of a candle, and moves it around his face. He stares at his eyes, then suddenly he sees it. “There?” She nods, “That’s how you tell us apart?” She sighs and extinguishes the flame.