Forever Flame Novels & Stories

But my gaze flickers to Sophia, and she seems hesitant. Grayson steps forward, “that isn’t true. The eternal flame is a living, breathing entity. It’s been searching for a vessel the second it flickered to life. We can feel it calling to Freya, and every second that passes - she’s closer.” I have questions, but for the life of me, I can’t speak them. My heart missed ten beats before drumming angrily against my ribs as if I’m holding it captive. It vibrates through my ears and rings so loudly, but I can’t move.

Humans couldn’t see it—except for the gifted ones who could perceive the unseen. A werewolf without royal blood could have their mark voided using the Blue Flame. The Blue Flame was no ordinary fire. It was a flame from a thousand years ago—one that could never be extinguished. Mates who wished to sever their bond had to lie within it, enduring its torment. The time spent within the fire depended on their will to break the bond. Some endured only a few hours, but most had to remain for two to three days. The flame did not physically harm them, but it tortured their souls until the bond was completely severed.

My curse from fate. His voice was cold and almost calm. "Elara, you've always had a choice." You didn't want to say how much it would cost. He pointed behind him to where the First Flame, a golden fire that was whirling, was hovering above the breaking seal. Its heat caressed my skin and spoke of strength, peace, and the end of everything.

"Cece is about to collapse—I have to get her out first. I'll come back for you later." With that, he rushed out, carrying Celestine in his arms. Through the flickering flames, I could have sworn I saw Celestine smirk at me in triumph. At that moment, I suddenly recalled what Benedict's mother, Genevieve Marlowe, had once said—he had a high school sweetheart. So, Celestine was the woman he could never let go of. God knew how much I broke down at that moment. My own husband had left me to die while saving his first love. For a while, I really thought I wouldn't make it out of that fire alive.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

Aliana Four years have passed—four years brimming with tranquillity, affection, and prosperity. Nikolas had faithfully upheld every vow he made, and I offered my gratitude to the moon for him. The Forest region flourished, surpassing all others in development. Despite my husband's rustic upbringing, he possessed a visionary spirit. I witnessed him mould our land into a breathtaking masterpiece. Undoubtedly, he had Forest's best interests at heart—a genuine monarch who poured his entire heart into his love for it. He completed me, and each day, my heart danced with joy as I witnessed the growth of the two beautiful souls born from our love. I had everything, and it was all owed to Nikolas.

He had known what Flame Keepers were. He had believed, as everyone believed, that they were gone. "When did you stop believing that," I said. He was quiet for a moment. "The night before you arrived," he said. I went very still. "The flame," I said. "The flame burned differently," he said. "I have been watching that flame for three hundred years. I know every variation it is capable of. What it did that night was not a variation I had seen before." A pause. "It was not a variation I had read about anywhere except one place."

It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal. I stood where I was, watching the fire grow smaller and smaller until the last ember was extinguished. I felt no nostalgia or reluctance, only calm and relief. I then picked up my suitcase and took a taxi to the airport without looking back.

“Come with us, flame. Now.” They shattered me a third time, Zephyr burying deep and spilling hot inside me with a broken groan, his hips jerking as he flooded my pussy. Kalyx followed seconds later, aiming for my open mouth, his release hitting my tongue in salty bursts that I swallowed greedily, the rest streaking my chin and chest.

We had also eaten dinner here in our previous life—but just as the dishes were served, Jared lured us away, tied us up, and pushed us off a cliff. Michael ordered the same dishes as last time. He asked with a smile, "Do you have the guts to eat these dishes again?" I nodded resolutely. My cold body warmed up after the meal. When I pulled out my phone, I saw more than 100 missed calls from Jared and his team members. I didn't feel like calling them, so I opened Instagram and found out that he had unblocked me. "Kaitlyn, where on earth did you go? Mom's dead! Why didn't you tell me?"