Flame Mark Novels & Stories

It was a tender breeze that cradled the echoes of long-forgotten lives, each gust whispering secrets of those who once walked this hallowed ground. Her fingers lingered over a new sigil etched into her palm, its sharp lines and intricate curves stark against her skin. This mark had been born from the fierce blaze she had summoned weeks earlier—a unique flame that felt alive with potential. It wasn’t soul-fire, devoid of warmth or purpose, nor was it Hollow, a shadow of existence. No, this was something far rarer; she had chosen to call it the Silver Flame, though its true nature remained shrouded in mystery. Yet, as she took each step on this sacred soil, she felt the gentle hum resonating f

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.

“You chose to come.” Her silence was answer enough. I stared at him. “You wanted this staircase,” I said. “Yes.” “You wanted multiple claimants present.” “Yes.” “You wanted conflict.” He hesitated. “Pressure,” he said finally. The word echoed. Kael stepped in front of me. “Enough riddles. What is the First Flame?” Thorne’s gaze shifted to the glowing descent. “The source of the Mark. The well of power the First Queen sealed when the lines fractured. She split the claim so no single ruler could dominate again.”

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.

“When blood and moon entwine in flame, a child of dusk shall bear the name. Marked by fire, bound by light, She’ll rise to end or heal the night. Hearts will burn, and shadows reign, The world remade through love and pain. The flame will choose — the goddess’s twin, To cleanse the sin… or fall within.” The words made her skin crawl. She looked up at Eldritch. “It speaks of Nova.” He nodded slowly. “The Marked by Moonfire. I saw it the moment she crossed your gates. The light around her — it’s not of this world.”

“You came for me, Little Flame.” Tears spilled over, hot and furious. “I didn’t—” “You burned,” he said. “For me. With me. You screamed my name while you did it.” Her voice broke. “Stop.” He didn’t. “Your body remembers,” he murmured, thumb brushing a shaky line across her lower ribs. “The mark remembers. Even if you lie to yourself.” “I won’t tell you anything,” she choked. “I know,” he said—and smiled. “Not yet.”

This flame ranked seventh on the list, and everyone yearned for it. The Smith Guild was very proud of this flame, and any weapons forged by this flame were even more powerful than usual. This made the flame more famous. Delia recognized Philip’s flame as the number one divine fire, Frosty Flame! What kind of person could possess that terrifying flame? As far as Delia knew, only three people in the world had obtained the flames on the ranking list. The other two were ranked below her. She found it unbelievable to see the number one divine fire today.

Ziselaer seemed to be losing her shit. “ That….” She trailed away. “ That mark is carried by a dragon that has been scorched by another dragon’s fire. It is a shame to carry such a mark because it only means the dragon was scorched of something really really bad he or she did. We don’t burn our own, we don’t fight our own unless very necessary.” She declared in utter horror and in that very instance, all the weapons held cluttered down as if they had suddenly burned their hands.

She shouts. “Where does it look like? Now Blaze. Tell me what I want to know.” I state, taking me attention away from her. Blaze curses, but ultimately agrees. Taking the chair across from me and sitting down. He places his gun in holster at his side, as he turns to look at me. “To understand everything, you need to know more about us.” Blaze begins. And thankfully the slut remains silent for once. “Scarlett is my cousin. Her mother is my father’s sister.” Blaze confesses.

“Not Ivy, not Lucan, not your little pack. You ghosted them, remember? They won’t even know you’re gone until it’s too late.” She turned to the men. “Let’s speed this up. I have things to do.” From behind her, one of the men dragged in a red jerry can. The sharp smell of petrol hit me instantly. “What the hell is that?” I asked, heart racing. Megan smiled again. “Insurance.” “No—no, wait. You’re not serious,” I said, struggling against the ropes. “Oh, I’m very serious,” she said. She opened the can and started pouring petrol all over the floor around me. “The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.”