Forever Flame Novels & Stories

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

The word came from somewhere deeper than speech. "You're not supposed to be here yet." She reached out, her translucent hand passing through me. "Either of you. The Eternal Flame isn't meant for mate pairs." "The shadow poison—" I started. "Will burn away. Everything unnecessary burns here. But you've brought something new into the flame." She studied Derek with eyes that held galaxies. "Storm and lightning inside phoenix fire. This has never been done." The fire around us shifted, showing memories that weren't mine. I saw Lyra pregnant with me, standing before a man whose face was obscured by shadows. The Shadow King. Her father.

“Dragged you? Darling, dont flatter yourself, you leapt onto that rune like you were swan diving into eternal damnation. I just tried to stop you from combusting.” I crossed my arms. “You touched me.” “You touched ancient magic.” He shot back. “I’m not a damn lightning rod.” “Well congratulations, because now we are shackled in some sort of cursed wedding.” He smirked, trouble laced with charm. “Well, Flame, the honeymoon is off to a great start. Tell me when do we get to the fun part?” “Stop it.” I snapped. “Stop calling me Flame. Stop acting like this is all some twisted joke.”

It flickered like candlelight, then roared like wildfire. Aria saw her past—her husband’s rage, her escape, the night she entered the Grove. She saw Luna crying in the dark. She saw herself bleeding, broken, afraid. The flame whispered. “You were weak.” Aria stepped forward. “I survived.” The flame bowed. — The second flame rose. Power. It surged like lightning, sharp and seductive. Aria saw herself crowned—marks flaring, armies kneeling. Kaelion at her side. Lucien behind her. Luna glowing like a star.

Now all he could think of when he stared at her picture was anger at the way she had flared up at him, and his mouth curling bitterly Damien reached out into the lower drawer where he kept his cigarettes to take out a lighter. He stared intently at the picture one last time and without a second thought, he lit up the litter and bringing the flame to the very edge of the picture, he then let it fall from his hand. As he watched the picture go up in flames, for the first time since forever Damien did not feel the slightest bit of regret. As the paper burned away, he came to a decision one that seemed irreversible.

I feel my insides go on fire as soon as we lock eyes “How on earth? I don’t even have your number” Levi starts his evil laugh under his breath as Grace look at him seemingly for an explanation. “I may have written down Max’s number instead of mine” Shes looks between the two of us again and my hands fly up in defence. I am not going down for Levi’s sly trick. I mean as grateful as I am to of found out her name and get her number this was all on him.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.

“With this. It’s a binding map. It reacts to blood and soul resonance. But we’ll need all three of us… together.” Lucan hesitated. “That’s dangerous.” “No,” Seraphina said. “It’s necessary.” Astra looked between them. “There’s more. At the center of the Dreamspire… there’s a flame. It’s not like any other. It’s made from all the lives the curse has claimed. And it still burns.” Seraphina swallowed. “If we step into that flame—” “We’ll either be freed,” Astra said, “or completely consumed.”

“Ours will never go out.” Deep within the chamber, the everflame flickered as if in agreement, carrying forward the memory of a Luna never meant to rule, but who lit a path for every child who would come after. As dawn broke over Moonrise, the legacy of the Flameheart was sealed—in ink, in fire, and in the unbroken hope carried by a daughter’s hand.