Flame Mark Novels & Stories

she began. His mouth was on hers once more, but this kiss… Good God, she’d never been kissed like this before. Thoughts of random roses vanished in an instant. It was like he was staking a claim, marking her as his with his mouth and tongue. She had no idea how that was possible, but she felt claimed. Knew that she was. There was no fighting it, not when his tongue rolled over hers as he pulled her against him. She could feel his erection burning hot against her belly, pushing through layers of clothing.

It looked like it had the power to purify anything. The flames were supposed to purify any object or beings standing in their way and were not really used to purify any unclean objects. As for the Third Guardian, he created the mark of the Technique Damaging Red Lotus. Its flames were forceful and felt like they could burn through any evil being or object. It struck fear into those who saw the flames. An ugly and ferocious-looking young boy appeared at the end. He had a long blade in his hand, and he swung it forward.

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

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.

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”

Love. “I feel you here,” I touched my chest, which gave me an a deepened feeling. My fingers brushed the slightly raised indented portion of my body. I glanced at my chest to see a mark burned into my skin. It was a flame. A dark red flame like a fireball over my heart. “My mark,” he spoke with pride, gently caressing it. Shots of pleasure ran straight through me to the core. I moaned, causing Luci’s cock to twitch inside me. Luci bit his lip. “I’ll save that information for later,” he chuckled.

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

“I am the thing you wake up wet for. The thing your blood remembers when your teeth ache. I am not here to be chosen.” She smiled, slow and cruel. “I came to choose.” And that was when the fire behind her—without wind, without touch—split into three separate tongues, each flaring toward the sky, red, gold, and deepest black. A hiss rode the air, low and inhuman. The court gasped. Someone whispered, “She’s marked.” Another voice—shaky, afraid—added, “Not by the moon…” Jasmine turned toward the flames, her back to the wolves.

Mark was standing by the fireplace in front of them, carefully adjusting the logs and trying to get a fire going. A few minutes later, the flames were lapping at the logs and Mark sat down on the other side of Alana. They all watched the dancing flames. Dan had always been somewhat entranced by fire, but this was downright hypnotic. It was as if the flames were floating out across the room, streaks of light and color radiating in all directions.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."