Flame Mark Novels & Stories

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

Dalton called trying to get my mother's attention I don't think it working. "Do you want to know how you got that mark on your back"? She asked me still boiling in annoyance. The mark on my back, it looks cool so I don't know why she is bringing it up. When I asked her about the mark she told me it was a birth mark, I found it so cool because it looks like a dog foot print and my friends finds it cool, and looks exactly like a tattoos. So I don't understand how my birth mark relate with my father.

I tried my best to stay calm. “Wait girl,” Phoebe said while clicking a photo of my shoulder. I was bewildered to see the photo on Phoebe's phone, a square-shaped faded black mark almost like a QR code. I brushed my fingers on the shoulder but I felt nothing different. So I slowly applied pressure on it with my finger. And once again the twinge of pain ran through my body. What is this on my shoulder? I was totally confused. “ Amy, please tell me that you got this mark from a burn” Stacey was almost crying. She didn’t need me to talk. From the look on my face, she knew that this is not from a burn.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

I know it doesn’t work on people who are not in my pack but you never know if he might have ties somewhere along the way. He is panting hard as I watch the flames turning purple as they heat up then blue as they cool down. The hotter the holy flame gets its color will change. Right now, since it’s purple it means it’s medium heat. Once it turns an almost black color then it will be lights out.

Dismissing them, he slowly unzipped the rest of my jacket, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time as if he was encouraged by Chey's words. I let my arms fall to my sides, and the jacket slid down to my hands. After releasing it, I turned toward Chey and Deidre and lifted my arm, so my side was right in front of Mark. I heard three gasps. I looked down, and sure enough, it was huge! It was a black and purple color with fresh red around the aging wound. "Damn! Flame has a big foot!" I started laughing as I said this to lighten the mood.

I eye the smashed bowl and remnants of a ceaser salad on the floor at the young chefs feet. “Sorry Alpha, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into the back of Chef Zeke and the bowl slipped out of my hands” I nod. “Happens to the best of us” I eye Zeke and raise an eyebrow. He is well aware that scare tactics is not how I run things around here or in the pack. I might have the final say but I like to think my pack follow my lead with some level of freedom rather than being dictated. He turns away from my gaze, clear that my unspoken message was heard. As I turn to head back to the front door I am suddenly hit by the most delicious smell. A mix of vanilla and rose hits my nose and m

"You are the blood of flame, the end of chains. Born not to kneel, but to burn." "I don’t understand," I said. "I didn’t ask for this." "No," it agreed. "But flame doesn’t ask permission to burn." I felt something stir in my chest. The mark—it pulsed. I looked down, and it was glowing through my shirt. Brighter than ever. "You are hunted," the flame-thing said. "Not because you are weak. But because they remember what your kind did." "My kind?" "The Flamebound. Children of the first fire. Wielders of the great burning."

his voice cracked, he dropped to his knees. With a stretched arm, he tried to reach for Nyssa but she stepped back and turned into flame. Lucien's hand burnt in the process, “Nyssa!” He screamed. Lucien woke up with a start, sweat trickled down his forehead. His chest heaving up and down. Varn stirred within him restless and growling. He raised his hand to wipe his forehead and froze. A Pale and ugly mark. A scar Exactly at the same spot where the flames had touched him in the dream—- proof that the dream had followed him into the waking world.