Forbidden Flame Novels & Stories

“What did she say?” Kira took a deep breath to steady herself before launching into her explanation. “The silver flame is called the Fire of Death,” she began, her voice calm but tense. “It’s said to be summoned by certain supernatural beings who want to shed their physical form. It’s not a natural flame; it’s created from their own power. The flames burn hotter than anything normal and are as intense as the strength of the being who summons them.” The room went still as her words sank in. Caitlyn felt a cold shiver run down her spine, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. She glanced at Matt and Theo, their jaws tight with the memory of seeing Charlotte consumed by those very flames.

He grunted back before lunging at Albert but he dodged and stood aside, "You are quite faster...!" sniffed Thoraas, standing in front of him, "Where is the goddess?" Albert snorted furiously, They started pacing in a circular motion glaring at each other, ready to attack, Albert attacked him first but in no time Thoraas moved aside, and they started moving again in circles, "Why did you light the blue flame?" asked Albert, that blue flame is a forbidden magic because it not only destroys the target but also the one who attacked.

The whole page was filled, it says, ‘The monsters, the sleeping monsters awakened, thee who are royalties’ soul sealed within it. Three folks from outside, step into the forbidden soil and cast away the spirit planted within each monster. A fox man releases thy soul of the red flame royalties, a lone man releases thy soul of the black flame royalty and the green flame royalty releases thy soul of the once beholder of thy flames.’

Zenith. “She’s not ordinary,” an elder warlock says, pulling me back to the present. “She’s descended from a sealed line.” “Impossible.” “No, not impossible, hidden. There are echoes of old blood stirring… A fragment of the True Flame.” A ripple of unease passes through the circle. I narrow my gaze. “Are you telling me she’s one of the forbidden offspring?” The silence that follows tells me they are. “She’s more than just bonded to the boy,” another murmurs. “She might be the flame that will light his kindling… the spark that makes him rise above his race.”

They were wrong. *The flame is not something you have. It is something you are. It lives in your blood the way your blood lives in you — not as a passenger, not as a tool, but as a fundamental part of the thing that makes you alive. It cannot be taken without taking you with it. It cannot be controlled by anyone other than you because it does not respond to control. It responds to truth. To feeling. To the specific quality of a person being entirely and completely themselves.* *This is why they fear it.*

I whispered, reading the jagged runes etched in black stone, "it was too late. The blood had already stained the Altar." The mural showed the First Flame rising in a terrifying, sentient wrath. It wasn't just a power source; it was a gift that required a worthy vessel. Seeing the greed and the slaughter, the Flame made a final, devastating judgment. If the world would not appreciate the gift of fluidity—the beauty of being everything—it would take that gift away. The Flame roared, and in a flash of white heat, it locked them.

Lauren hissed. "You are going to kill her!" Osler yelled, yanking the knife from her. "You know what, maybe I should. She stole Damien from me. Who knows what else she'll steal from me!" Lauren shouted. She grabbed the knife from Osler's shaky hands. She sliced Tierra's skin. Tierra shrieked, tears running down her face as she sobbed in pain. "You got yourself into this, Osler. You made a deal with the devil and if I burn-" Lauren grabbed Tierra by her chin making her look at him, "you burn too."

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”

His eyes flashed with pure darkness,for a second, I thought he would flip me onto the bed and take me right there,the hunger between us was insane — thick, suffocating, addictive. My body burned for him my mind screamed that this was wrong, that he was my brother, but my soul only craved more. Jayden’s hand slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair he yanked my head back, exposing my throat. His lips hovered just above my racing pulse. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little brother,” he whispered, voice dripping with dark promise. “Keep pushing me… and I won’t stop next time i’ll fuck you until you can’t walk until the only name you remember is mine.”