Flame Mark Novels & Stories

“What oil?” “We need Elara’s laboratory to confirm.” My wolf growled. “What does it smell like?” Marek hesitated. “Sweet. Sharp. Similar to the residue from the burned settlement.” Firebloom oil. The same rare accelerant used to destroy alliance property. I stood too quickly. The room tilted. Kylian caught me. “Sit down.” “No.” My breathing became rough. “She had firebloom oil.” “Possibly,” Marek said. “We need confirmation.”

“Lena” But before he could finish, she leaned forward, her lips brushing his—soft, fleeting, electric. It wasn’t a goodbye. It was a reminder. And then she was gone. The light burst outward in a wave of silver flame, sweeping through the fortress, over the mountains, across the valleys. Wolves howled in the distance, packs that had once hunted one another now raised their voices in the same cry. The mark was gone. The curse ended. The world was reborn.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – THE MARKED AND THE DAMNED The flames lit Luca’s face in flickering strokes of orange and red, like he’d stepped out of hell instead of a wrecked scrapyard. Smoke curled around him, catching the edges of his torn shirt, the deep cuts along his arms, and the dried blood on his jaw. But none of that compared to what was burnt into his skin. The sigil. The serpent devouring itself. The mark of betrayal.

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

Blaze watched her, he liked staring like a creep, he didn't care about everyone judgments, he only cares for his mate. He smiled and rubbed with his fingers her cheek softly, she smiled in satisfaction. "After the marking part, what should we do?" She mumbled, still her eyes closed. "You will have your heat and that's when we will fuck." He said using bold words. "Stop being so bold forward!" He chuckled. "I can't help it." "Did you mate with others female wolf?" She asked an idiot question to him. "You know the answer, baby." She knew the answer but wanted him to say out loud, she felt like this is was unfair.

the flames flickered again, the colors slowly changing to purple, "Show me what I need to see..." There was a spark before the fire reshaped itself into a door with chains. Her notebook trembled in her lap where the image of the design started to glow an eerie gold as the symbol lifted off of the paper and drifted into the flames. Instead of burning the design like he expected, the image morphed into the flames and pressed into the door. "So, it is her mark." Willow let out a breath, the image of the door being erased by the flames as they returned to normal.

He usually left a card, with a note on it telling me to have a nice day, enjoy to the fullest, he'll miss me through out the day bla bla bla. It was our third day in Naples and I think I'd felt it all, the fun, the rush, new experiences, heck I even knew how to swim like a pro. Perks of having Cherry Blossom Banley as your best friend. Yes, Cherry's middle name is Blossom, even I didn't wrap my head around it the first time I saw it on her school transcripts.

A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt his mark upon me, a symbol of our bond that would never be broken. I closed her eyes, surrendering to Axel's primal instincts as he claimed me as his own. The heat between us intensified, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we became one in a fiery dance of passion and desire. And as the flames of our love burned brighter than ever before, Axel and I knew that we were destined to be together, our souls forever entwined in a bond that transcended time and space. Together, we would mate under the light of the full moon, our love igniting a fire that would never be extinguished.