Fated For Flames Novels & Stories

She set them gently beside Ansel’s resting place and then placed a second slab beside the sarcophagus, unmarked, waiting. She carved a single word, her hand steady, her tears silent: Flamekeeper. She set a wick between the stones, intending to light it. But the flame caught before her touch. It burned silver, then red, then violet, bright as a soul unburied. And the light did not fade. Long after the wind howled. Long after the tunnels fell silent. Because once a secret is set alight, it can never be buried again. And the flame, now whole, would carry forward a new legend, one that honoured not just the fury of queens, but the silence and sacrifice of those who had kept the fire alive in the

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.

“Don’t—” Too late. The presence leans closer. It doesn’t cross. Not yet. But its attention slams into me like a blow. If it has eyes, they’re on me. Only me. The ground splits beneath our feet. The forest bows. And Fate’s voice thunders through bone and sky alike for the third time: > THE FIRE WILL CHOOSE ITS END. --- The hum spikes. No sound now — pressure. Promise. The Hollowflame crowns me, climbing my shoulders, curling around my hands, flaring into the night. This time I don’t leash it.

“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.

Likewise, I handed over my entire life to him, to a beast who forcefully made me his. As they were going away from her house, she couldn't help but remember, "The light in my life started fading and is waiting to succumb to darkness." "I will hate you your entire life Rudra. Nothing can reduce the resentment on you." She thought with the newfound determination as hatred dripped in her veins. ... They were on their way to his mansion. His car was highly protected, yet Tanvi didn't know what was happening around her. Diana's men tried attacking them but failed miserably because Rudra had the best-skilled fighters and loyal men who will risk their lives to save him.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

I will do chapter for chapter, meaning I'll write a chapter for Fated Love and then one for Soulmates and so on and so on. Stay safe this summer. Happy reading!

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.