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.

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.

Fully. Forever.

All in. Forever.

"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.

Unbreakable. Forever.

"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.