Forever Flame Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

THE NAME THAT BURNS “A forgotten name burns worse than any flame.” The Flame Forgets Her. Elara stood in the center of the flame circle. The silver fire rose around her in slow spirals, as if trying to recognize her. It didn’t breathe with her. It didn’t sing her name anymore, because it didn’t remember it. “Elara,” Lyra said softly from behind her, hesitant. “It’s like it’s trying to match your soul… and finding nothing.”

Even though I couldn't have her, it was enough that I could glance at her from a distance. Yet later, I gradually realized that Luna seemed like a fine choice, too. She was attentive and dynamic. She never threw a tantrum and even did everything by herself in the decoration of our new house. At night, she lay on my shoulder and thought of our future lives. She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever.

Syra spoke softly, watching me closely. I closed my eyes briefly. “There was so much occuring when I reached Gabe’s lands,” I explained, opening my eyes to look at her. Syra gave me an understanding look before speaking. “The Sacred Flame is a powerful force that resides inside of you, Evelina. It cannot be commanded or summoned at will. It emerges when your heart is filled with the purest love and the deepest compassion for those around you. Only then can it be unleashed in its full glory. It’s a flame born from your emotions and fueled by your will to protect,” Syra explained seriously.