Novel & Cerita Flame Star

Mentioning Ariel makes Liam feel unhappy, he feels Aria is jealous of his own sister. "You haven't said why your face is disfigured." “When we were on vacation in the mountains, that bungalow caught on fire. I was badly burned because I saved Ariel. After seeing my monster-like appearance, they decided to abandon me, their biological daughter. Looks like I'm dead! But luckily for me, there was a nurse who was merciful to my fate who brought me into her care. Thanks to her, I miraculously survived. I couldn't go to school, but thanks to her teaching, I knew how to make a silicone mask, make myself a fake face."

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?

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.

She followed it, step by careful step, letting her mind drift lower until she found it. The flame wasn’t a flare there. It was pressure, like a fist closing around a star. Her heartbeat slowed to meet it, each thud settling deeper into her chest as if kneeling before something ancient and patient. And then—light. A thin thread of gold flickered into existence in the dark. The Emberflame.