Flame Spirit Novels & Stories

❗NEW BOOK ALERT❗ I will be having a book II for this series called "His Fractured Flame (Book II of HFF series)". But before we get to it, I'm currently writing a stand-alone novel from His Fragile Flame that was written in another perspective. To be specific, it's a book about Kourtney Devaraux which will be under Young Adult since it mostly revolved around high school. Here are the sneak peeks for these books QUEEN OF ACE (A stand-alone novel)

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

Watching this pair of shameless lovers put on such a melodramatic show in front of me almost made me gag. With a mocking sneer, I said, "You should feel guilty. My dear husband chose to save his old flame while leaving his actual wife to fend for herself. If I were to spread the word, do you think the two of you would be drowned in public outrage?" Celestine stiffened for a moment at my words, but she quickly recovered and suddenly lunged toward the wall as if to bash her head against it. "Let me die! Let me die! It's my fault Ophelia got burned. I'll compensate her with my life!"

“It’s part of you, just as you are part of it. You are the new vessel, the new bearer of the sacred flame.” Elena’s pulse quickened. “You said you carried it before me. What does that mean?” The woman’s eyes softened. “Long ago, before wolves learned to shift, before packs existed, there were guardians. Spirits who protected the balance between fire and flesh. I was one of them. But the flame is not meant to belong to one soul forever. It chooses. It moves on.” Elena’s throat tightened. “And now it chose me.” “Yes.” The woman stepped closer. “Because the world is breaking again. The old magic is waking, and only the flame can keep it from consuming everything. But it must have a living vesse

A circle of blue flames formed, surrounding the fleeing spirit of the world. "What are you doing?" the spirit of the world shouted angrily. "I will burn you and create a new spirit." Blue Firebird replied calmly as he slowly walked toward the spirit of the world. "Create a new world spirit? Hahaha, are you joking? That's impossible! Because I am still the world spirit myself," the world spirit shouted, mocking Blue Firebird's actions. What it didn't know was that Blue Firebird did have a way, but it didn't want to use it until it truly understood something from the world spirit.

But to them the word sibling didn't really call out to them. Mury laughed getting closer to Mona. "I remember how we came about the name. So much that it still burns right here" she revealed the scar on her arm. That had been caused by her burning herself as a child. She cried at the time unable to compare the pain to anything else in the world but her two flames had an idea to help her with the pain. "You both came up with it as if it had always in my minds. Flames because they hurt like shit but together they create this magic about them. Like right now we're getting warmed by it but we get close we will get burnt. And we burn for each other like flames. Nothing can put us out. Not

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

I needed something stronger than Amira’s drunken ramblings to drown out the bitterness they had stirred up inside me. The liquor cabinet was well-stocked, a testament to the many nights I had spent alone with a glass in my hand, trying to drown out the noise in my head. I poured myself a generous measure of whiskey and took a long, burning sip. The alcohol seared a path down my throat, but it wasn’t enough to numb the ache that had settled in my chest.

The air itself seemed to vibrate with the ancient power channeled through the united spirits within the stones. As the crystals merged, a sudden surge of heat emanated from the center of the altar. The ambient temperature rose, and with an ethereal flicker, the united crystals ignited into a magnificent flame. The fire, not of earthly origin but a manifestation of the spirits' energy, rose with a dance that mirrored the spirits' ethereal nature. The hooded figure observed the transformation with a quiet acknowledgment. "The spirits have accepted your truth," they spoke, their words carrying the weight of mystical authority. "Now, witness the revelations that the flames of the ancestral spiri