Forbidden Flame Novels & Stories

he stood up walked away. •••••••••••••••• We were preparing for bonfire. I and Lidia went in the forest to collect some wood to burn. “You collect from there and I will from there.” After telling her we both went to our respective sides. There were many tree trunks and branches but most of them were soaked due to rain and Caleb asked us to not collect soaked branches as they will produce smoke which will cause itching in our eyes. I sighed throwing the soaked one after grabbing it because I thought collecting branches would be the easiest thing but it was everything but easy. I was busy in my work when I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder, first I thought it might be Lidia but the hand was r

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

The sight of her looking at him innocently and anxiously triggered his demons. "That's your explanation of violating a girl?" Chris couldn't hold back his anger as he lashed at the young lad who looked troubled. Adrian didn't answer him and plopped on the bed with a thud. He could still taste her in his mouth, and her face kept flashing in front of his eyes. He was still in a trance. "Why did you do that, Adrian?" Chris kept questioning him, but Adrian was speechless. He kissed the girl whose mere sight used to churn his insides in disgust.

The words settled in the centre of her chest and stayed there. She forced herself to look back at the wall. “Tell me what the text says. The writing around the border.” For a moment he said nothing. Then he began to recite, not translating but speaking from memory, the words worn smooth from years of repetition. “The flame does not choose a hand. It chooses a soul. No force of will, no act of theft, no cleverness of mind can hold what belongs to its vessel. The vessel will come in borrowed skin, from a borrowed world, carrying grief the flame already knows. She will not understand what she carries or what she is. She will arrive frightened and furious, completely unable to be controlled.”

My day has just gone from bad to worse. Heidi pranced over to me like a prized gazelle. Her eyes bore into me making me extremely nervous. While we are on campus, any shifting or use of magic is expressly forbidden unless it is part of a course requirement. Most students, especially the dragons, bend, and even break, those rules. Smacking me hard on the back of my head, Heidi cackled like the witchy bitch she is, “Start running.”

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

Fire was especially unpredictable, a mystery I couldn’t fully grasp, despite the odd flicker of flame that had escaped my hands in moments of anger or fear. Once, in a desperate battle, I’d unleashed something like a death flame, a fire so intense it could silence an enemy with its touch. I’d used it once against Nossy when Warren had possessed her, and the memory of it haunted me. That power hadn’t shown itself again since then, no matter how much Smooth pushed me to “wake it up.” Today, he wanted me to ignite the fire against a massive stone in front of me, urging me to burn it down to nothing. But I hesitated. Why would I want to destroy a rock that had done me no harm? It felt wrong. Per

A memory__My mother’s voice. “The flame is not a weapon. It is a bond. Between life and death. Between heart and pack. Use it not to destroy, but to choose.” I gasped. That’s why the god wanted it. That’s why Kade failed. He tried to take it but the flame… must be given Aelira ran toward me, blood on her arm. “We can’t kill it, Freya. Not with force.” “I know,” I said. “Then what?” “I have to choose.”