Flame Mark Novels & Stories

and glowed like a firefly, delicate and precise. When I turned back to Kaelen, he nodded. “You have mastered the first law of fire,” he said. “Control.” He reached into his cloak and withdrew a pendant. A smooth black stone, veined red and shaped like a flame of fire. He placed it on my neck and it completed the piece of pendant on my mother's ancient heirloom. When it touched my chest, it glowed so brightly and burnt my chest badly creating a beautiful fire tattoo on my chest. “You have earned the mark. Your flame is no longer borrowed, It is yours,” he said.

Felix arrived at the location of one of Nine Flames, where the guards instantly collapsed, their eyes rolling back as they fainted. By now, darkness had arrived. He walked forward without any hesitation, his right hand touching the flame. There was no need for any special tools. The flame simply vanished, and only Felix knew that it was absorbed in an instant by his Starmark. With the disappearance of the flames, people in many places immediately dropped to their knees. The light that should have lasted throughout the night vanished, and the darkness of Desolated Lands descended almost instantly. Every light went out in an instant.

“What if we fail?” She looked me in the eyes “Then kingdoms will fall. And the world you know will burn.” Elise’s lips trembled. “What… what do the marks mean?” Raven turned to the children. “The boy,” she said softly, “is marked by fire. Destruction. The energy of the First Flame. A child who holds the fury of gods and kings.” I looked down at my son. The mark on his back burned brighter as if responding to his name. Raven turned her gaze to our girl. “And the girl is marked by moonlight. This is the power of reflection and balance. She will feel the weight of hearts and will feel truth beneath lies.”

A few miles away, a red flare shot up from the horizon, a signal burning through the clouds. Romano stopped dead, staring at it. Kael cursed under his breath. “That’s no flare. That’s a mark.” Caius frowned. “What kind of mark?” Romano looked at Selene, his voice grim. “The Red Mother’s. She knows we’re coming.” Selene’s eyes lifted toward the burning sky. Then she whispered, “Good.”

He barely has time to jerk back before the fire strikes his chest—searing into him with a sound like sizzling flesh and shattering magic. Damien screams. A mark—shaped like a jagged fang—burns itself into his skin, glowing molten red before fading into a dark, angry scar. The council recoils. Rhys stammers, “The Blood Flames have… branded him?” Therin goes pale. “Only the guilty are marked.” Riven’s snarl rips across the chamber. “What did you do?” Damien straightens, breath ragged, face twisted— Not in denial.

I got burned once before, and I am not planning on getting burned again. I am busy paying for my purchases when none other than Sienna walks into the boutique. Why do I always have to run into her? It feels like she is following me. She looks already pissed off as she walks in and she has not even seen me yet. As I'm about to take the card that Damon gave me, she looks at me. I see a bitter smirk forming around her lips. I sigh. I know she is going to have something to say about me using Damon's card for my personal purchases.

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!"

The fire inside me rose like a tide, whispering in a voice not my own. At the center of the grove lay another scorch mark, larger than the others. The soil was cracked and black, glowing faintly gold at the seams. The air above it shimmered like heat, though the day was cold. Edward signaled the warriors to fan out. “Be ready.” Mara crouched, running her fingers over the edge of the mark. “This one’s different. Stronger. He’s experimenting.” I stepped closer, my heart hammering. The mark pulsed once, twice, like a living thing. The fire inside me responded, flaring brighter.

I said and she opened her eyes in surprise. “I see, so you’ve just unlocked it.” “What do you mean?” “A flame on your palm means you’ve finally unlocked your power. Usually, after you’ve been marked by your mate, you get the blue flame then you have to keep practicing to use it.” “What do you mean by 'marked'?” “Well…” she had an awkward smile and I immediately understood what she was meaning by ‘marking’ “ But I haven’t done that with either of them.” “Did you at least bond? I mean kiss?”

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...