Flame Star Novels & Stories

I wondered how it was still so bright when we were so far below the surface, the sun shouldn’t be able to touch any part, yet it was lit up like we were still close to the surface. “It’s called Angel Flame,” Caspian said and pointed down to a weird glowing plant near the bottom of the ocean floor. “It’s a burning coral, with the flame somehow still lit underwater, therefore earning the name Angel Flame. It helps to light the ocean floor naturally without the use of magic.” “Amazing,” I muttered. “I never thought I would have the chance to see something like this. It truly is a wonder to behold.” “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart, it took a lot of womanpower,” I heard a familiar voice call f

Sol didn't waste another breath on a ghost. With a flick of his massive, clawed hand, he didn't unleash a wall of fire. Instead, he released thousands of tiny, dancing Solar Sparks. They moved with a terrifying intelligence, zipping through the air like heat-seeking hornets. They ignored my pack entirely, seeking out every single Eclipse agent—the wolves, the rogue dragons, the tigers, even the scouts hiding in the brush. One by one, the sparks hit their marks, and the Eclipse soldiers fell, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the First Flame.

That's a white lie, Soheila would not say that she learned that trick from the 28th century. Sirene just nodded as she knew that there were kinds of treasures just like what Soheila obtained. The five birds just listened, but they were quite suspicious. There were only six colors of flames which are red-yellow flame, red-orange flame, scarlet flame, bloody red flame, blue fire, and purple fire. Cultivators who had a fire attribute and their fire is red-yellow flame are considered to be the weakest possessors of fire attribute. A red-yellow flame was the weakest fire among the six. A red-orange flame was quite a strong fire while the scarlet flame was powerful enough to burn half the body of

And snapped her fingers. The sound split through the garden. Fire bloomed at the tip of her finger. It was neither red nor orange, colors too ordinary, too mortal. This flame was dark gold, alive with an almost sentient glow, its edges licked with violent, living violet. It did not flicker, rather it pulsed. The flame stretched upwards, unnaturally tall, bending without wind, moving as though it breathed. The temperature dropped instead of rising. Frost laced across the stone beneath her boots in thin, creeping fractures.

And buried among those memories… A final one. Serenya’s last prophecy. Whispered only to Altheya. “If the Crown ever rises again, Give her the flame I could not bear to carry.” Liora looked at Altheya. The woman nodded once. Then pressed her palm to Liora’s heart. And unlocked it. A fire unlike any before surged through Liora. Not Starfire. Not Starbound. But Starend. The final flame. The one meant only for endings.

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

“With this. It’s a binding map. It reacts to blood and soul resonance. But we’ll need all three of us… together.” Lucan hesitated. “That’s dangerous.” “No,” Seraphina said. “It’s necessary.” Astra looked between them. “There’s more. At the center of the Dreamspire… there’s a flame. It’s not like any other. It’s made from all the lives the curse has claimed. And it still burns.” Seraphina swallowed. “If we step into that flame—” “We’ll either be freed,” Astra said, “or completely consumed.”

To be honest, Darryl felt like just letting them die as they both had almost caused his death multiple times. However, Debra was right. No matter what, Rachel was his godfather’s daughter. Besides, the past incidents were a long time ago; he could not just watch them court death. ‘Nine Star Flames?’ Hearing that, Ewan and Rachel dared not move, and their faces turned pale instantly. Although they had never seen the Nine Star Flames before, Ewan and Rachel had heard of this enchanted flame. They also knew that Nine Star Flames was number eight on the enchanted flame list. Its flame was a special blue color. Anyone who touched it would be burned to a crisp.

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.

“I’ve never seen them before.” “Well,” the vampire said, “at least now we know the silver flames are part of the prophecy—and that they can be helpful. More importantly, we know you need to be present in the real world for the upcoming war.” Charlotte leaned in, urgency sharpening her voice. “Do you know anything more about the silver flames... and the prophecy?” The vampire nodded. “The Silver Flame is extremely rare. It’s called the ‘Fire of Death.’ It’s a manifestation of one’s own power, usually surfacing when the person is ready to shed their current body and move into another.”