Fated For Flames Novels & Stories

“You haven’t even explained what that is yet.” “Mates are like soulmates. Two people, one soul. The Moon Goddess hand picks each set of mates, matching them to each other equally.” “You’ve lost me.” I admit. “Moon Goddess?” He chuckled. “It’s complicated. But the gist is that we were quite literally made for each other. That's why every time we touch,” He runs his fingers up my arm, sending fire through my veins. His voice drops a few octaves, taking on a seductive tone. “You get that feeling, like electricity flowing through your body. And every time we are apart, there's that burning need to be close.” He pulls me closer, planting a kiss on my lips. “Does it make sense now?”

It felt as if I was reborn while still holding a deep grudge against the moon goddess. “How come you are now seeing that Zander, do I look like him or are you suddenly just starting to go blind because it seems as though the latter is the truth? Otherwise, why would you will think that I am my Beta” “I'm sorry, I didn't look well, Alpha Laurent, please forgive me, I deserve to die”

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

And from the darkness, a figure emerged. Not a beast. Not entirely a man. But something in between. It wore the shattered remnants of royal armor, eyes blazing with cursed fire. Its voice was a rasp of agony and rage. “You should not have come.” Elara’s power flared in defense. “Who are you?” “I was the first,” it snarled. “The original bearer of the Fated Flame. Betrayed. Bound. Forgotten.” Kael stepped in front of Elara, blade drawn. “If you were betrayed, then help us end this.”

“I’ve never seen them before.” “Well,” the vampire said, “at least now we know the silver flames are part of the prophecy—and that they can be helpful. More importantly, we know you need to be present in the real world for the upcoming war.” Charlotte leaned in, urgency sharpening her voice. “Do you know anything more about the silver flames... and the prophecy?” The vampire nodded. “The Silver Flame is extremely rare. It’s called the ‘Fire of Death.’ It’s a manifestation of one’s own power, usually surfacing when the person is ready to shed their current body and move into another.”

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Three former friends known as three flames that burnt so bright that they could shine even the darkest places. Forbidden love is not something knew to all of them because they've all disobeyed so many rules to get their happiness but instead they got tradegy. To see what exactly is going on they must go back to the past. Where they were three different people from what they actually are now. *** Prologue The night was young, full of endless opportunities of where it could lead Sire. He wished nothing more than to feel the gentle breeze of the wind blow his hair into a mess his mother would obviously scold him for when he got back home.

Ian reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "Kiara, fame and fortune may be a part of my life, but they don't define who I am or who I can love," he said softly. "What matters to me is the connection, the chemistry, and the genuine connection we share. I see beyond the superficial labels and see you for the amazing person you are. And like I earlier said, you're not ordinary."

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it. “We don’t know if I am pregnant yet and there is no way in hell that you are going to tell me what to do” I retorted. “I said that you are not going back to your old pack simply because it is not safe there. If you really feel like you don’t want to be here, then go somewhere else, just not there. I won’t be able to live if I find out that something might have happened to you and I am unable to protect you. After all, all those years ago when you were born and I was only seven years old, I made a promise that I will protect you with my life and I do not intend on breaking that promise any time soon” Rowan said.