Flame Star Novels & Stories

Felix arrived at the location of one of Nine Flames, where the guards instantly collapsed, their eyes rolling back as they fainted. By now, darkness had arrived. He walked forward without any hesitation, his right hand touching the flame. There was no need for any special tools. The flame simply vanished, and only Felix knew that it was absorbed in an instant by his Starmark. With the disappearance of the flames, people in many places immediately dropped to their knees. The light that should have lasted throughout the night vanished, and the darkness of Desolated Lands descended almost instantly. Every light went out in an instant.

From the age of 14 until adulthood, Liam had absolutely no friends. Liam always remembers his days at the orphanage, where he has close friends - Tania and Leo. Liam used to love Tania, a beautiful girl 5 years younger than him with smiling chestnut brown eyes, chubby cheeks and snow-white skin. Liam used to hold Tania's hand through the green grass fields, picking primroses for her and making laurel wreaths for her. Both of them lay together watching the starry sky at night and humming small songs, sharing sweet candy bars with each other. Until one day, a well-dressed man came and said he wanted to buy Liam with a large amount of money, the owner of the orphanage quickly offered a price, a

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance. By my side, my beautiful and loyal fiancée, Lily, stood tall and proud. Her hand clasped mine firmly, a silent pledge of unity and strength. As the future Luna, she embodied the grace and power that would rule by my side. With a graceful stride, she stepped forward, her presence commanding the attention of the pack.

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

I joked. That actually made him laugh. The next morning, Dren was already waiting in the inn’s lobby as the sun barely peeked over the eastern horizon. He’d brought an open carriage decorated with bronze carvings shaped like tongues of flame. We were taken to the Beacon Core, a grand palace built right above the crater of a dormant volcano. There we were welcomed by rows of servants dressed in deep crimson and gold. “Welcome to the Feast of the Eternal Flame. Allow me, Thaddeus to host you,” said a middle-aged man wearing robes that looked woven from strands of light itself. “Cinderbloom is honoured to receive a delegation from Sapphire Water especially a Luna blessed with dual gifts.”

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

After some time, The aroma of sizzling steak filled the apartment, warm and inviting. Aiden stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms as he worked with ease. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, giving him a casual yet irresistibly charming look. He plated the perfectly cooked steak, adding a garnish with a flourish, a smirk playing on his lips. Leo was already started having his dinner . “Dinner is served,” he murmured to himself, just as Amira appeared in the doorway.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

His handsome face crumpled, and his eyes reddened on the spot. He clenched his teeth and, trembling, drew a long ebony flute from his belt and blew it with all his strength. A low note split the air, carrying a strange ripple of magic. I raised an eyebrow. That flute was actually a low-grade sending-charm—an enchanted relic for carrying messages. It wasn't powerful, but from the material and the workmanship, someone had clearly poured real effort into it. How did a relic like that end up on a boy who hadn't even crossed the First Circle?