Flame Star Novels & Stories

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.”

“Of course! My Phoenix fire is second only to the God’s flame!” The Phoenix, who was busy gliding against the attacks of the colossal tentacles, opened its beak. A beam of red flame slices three tentacles in a row. “You may not use incantations when using the Nirvana Flame! Imagine the form and it will follow as long as I am here, alpha female!”

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

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.”

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.