Forbidden Flame Novels & Stories

This flame ranked seventh on the list, and everyone yearned for it. The Smith Guild was very proud of this flame, and any weapons forged by this flame were even more powerful than usual. This made the flame more famous. Delia recognized Philip’s flame as the number one divine fire, Frosty Flame! What kind of person could possess that terrifying flame? As far as Delia knew, only three people in the world had obtained the flames on the ranking list. The other two were ranked below her. She found it unbelievable to see the number one divine fire today.

By the Flame. Because of the Flame he had done horrible things. And because of the flame touch....desire....happiness didn’t exist for him. Brandon’s existence was riddled with the truth of agony. Everyone’s pleasure had always been derived from his own pain. Every touch had ended in wretchedness. He was an affliction. The Flame was a disease that would infect and kill....it wanted to use him to kill. And at times he found it hard to resist. Like in that moment. With the flame released out of his body....a small flicker remained. A small ember that would never die, but somehow it sizzled Brandon up inside like a ragging inferno.

“But if Calindra awakens Velash fully—” “You will need the Forbidden Flame.” Ava swallowed hard. “Then give it to me.” “You don’t understand,” the Keeper replied. “To wield it, someone must die.” “Someone marked by the moon.” 7. The War Begins The next dawn, the Flamebound army appeared across the obsidian plains. Spire watchtowers lit emergency beacons. Ava stood on the battlements with Kael, Elya, Rowan, and Lucien. The ground trembled. And above the battlefield, Velash emerged again—fully formed now. His fire fed by Calindra’s blood.

I shot them a questioning glare, " What nonsense is this?" One of the guards responded bowing his head slightly, " Pardon us, Young Lady. Mr.Davidson has forbidden you to step out of this villa alone.” I shouted not holding back anymore, " What rubbish are you spouting! I am not a prisoner of him. Besides, I have an urgent task to do now. Let me know." The guards were unmoved despite my requests and stopped me several times from going outside. I stood there grounded stubbornly but they showed no sympathy. Frustrated, I started to get a panic attacks. If Carl leaves today, I will never find him again.

After a short moment, they stopped breathing. "Banefire!" Harvey said when he saw what was happening before him. The so-called Banefire is a unique type of flame that the martial arts world concocted. It would keep on burning once it came in contact with human flesh, and it wouldn't even extinguish when water was doused on it. Those who were hit will die in pain. Something like this was forbidden in both the martial arts world and the underworld. Even if it appeared in a war, those who used it would be condemned by the righteous.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

“I call thee, bound by blood and will. I name thee vessel of my hunger. Come forth in flesh I shape, in form I claim. Be mine to command, mine to ruin, mine to ride until the stars bleed. Offer every hole, every breath, every pulse. Kneel. Submit. Break for me.” The words vibrated through the attic. The black candles at the quarters flared violet, then indigo. Wind without source whipped her slip against her thighs. The circle’s lines ignited, soft silver at first, then molten gold. A rift tore open in the air above the center, jagged, like ripped silk. From it stepped… him.

“The name awakens when the house welcomes the Guardian back. The flame listens beneath the roots. The final door will open where the wolf found the human.” The lake. The border. Crescent. Arsel took my hand. “The Flame?” asked Selene. Bless closed her eyes. “That’s the name our mothers avoided saying.” Amelie looked at the fairies. “We know her as the Soul-less Weapon.” “That’s the name the witches gave her after they locked her away,” explained Bless. “The forest records call it the Purifying Flame.” “The Flame doesn’t burn flesh first,” the fairy continued. “It burns the divine mark within existence. All supernatural power comes from a pact, a god, a core, or an ancient root. The Flame rec

Not meant to burn, but to heal. Aaron saw it and hesitated. “What—” I raised my hand. The fire flowed forward, not as a weapon but as light, wrapping around him like silk. He struggled, roaring, trying to fight it off. His flames turned wild, snapping and twisting, but they couldn’t break through. “You don’t understand!” he shouted. “If you win, everything ends! The flame dies!” I stepped closer, the light growing brighter. “No, Aaron. The flame only dies when it forgets why it burns.”

“He feeds on your fear and doubt. You must banish both.” I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, diving inward to the part of me that still believed, still hoped. The memories of my father’s kindness, my mother’s gentle touch, the fierce loyalty of my pack—they all became fuel for the Flame. It flared brighter, swirling around my arms and chest like liquid fire. Nytheras roared, a sound that shook the very foundation of this place, and surged toward me. I barely had time to react, feeling the icy chill of his claws grazing my skin before I unleashed the Flame in a blinding wave.