Forever Flame Novels & Stories

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."

Endless. Forever.

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.

"Like you, I was reborn. I returned to the moment you called me in our previous life. But this time, I didn't receive a call from you, so I assumed the same thing must have happened to you. "I was pressed for time back then, so I couldn't inform you. I broke my company's regulations to use the helicopter. Coincidentally, a friend of mine who works as a firefighter was doing a fire safety inspection at my office, so I brought him along." I looked at his side profile and felt my heart clench. He was my old neighbor who grew up with me. He had always protected me like a brother. Before I got married, he kept advising me against marrying Jared. We fought because of that, and I rarely reached out

He said softly, patting her shoulder while looking into her eyes. He leaned closer to her, inhaling her intoxicating scent as if she were his oxygen. His hand clutched her slim waist while another hand was making patterns on her thigh, creating a tickling sensation in her. She looked into his amber eyes. There's something about that gaze of his, which she'll never find in another man. As if at that moment, their souls have made a bridge. That's all she ever needed to connect. A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity.

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.

They forgot—I am the flame. And flames don't die. They just find new ways to burn.