Forever Flame Novels & Stories

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.

“Not something new. Something remembered. You are the echo of what was lost. The final hope. The Flame Queen reborn.” “But I’m just...” “You are never just anything. You are fire-made flesh. And the end draws near. The Forgotten God stirs fully now.” Elizabeth’s heart tightened. “Then we don’t have much time.” “No. But you now wield the Flame of Eternity. When the last darkness falls… you will be the light that endures.” She awoke to the sound of wind. Lucian held her, golden tears in his eyes. The others stood nearby: Aria clutching Liam, Kieran watching the skies, and Jaxon quietly praying.

She told me that she doesn’t hate me, but she also doesn’t think that we can ever work out now. She said I did damage beyond repair. But… but there has to be a way, right? I mean, we are… were… in love. That means, we can never live without each other. True love never dies. It can’t just… end. It might be a little difficult, but it is worth the risk. I got up from my seat and went out. The employees in my company are really hard working and it is amazing to be the boss here. They all respect me and I make sure to keep them happy by giving them a surprise bonus.

“The world dies no matter what we do. I only want to rebuild it from the ashes.” The bond between us pulsed again, stronger, hungrier. I could feel the tug deep in my chest, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. My own fire reacted instinctively, flaring bright against the darkness. Aaron lifted his hand. Shadows curled around his wrist like living tendrils. “You can’t fight it forever. The fire doesn’t belong to you alone. It remembers me.” “Then let it remember,” I said, summoning the flame within me. It erupted in a blaze of gold and crimson, swirling around me like wings. “Because I’m not her. I’m not the first flame—and I won’t make her mistake.”

His hand closed gently over hers, and his eyes—still rimmed with the faint bruising from his frost wounds—looked directly into hers. “If this flame wants to test what you can create, it should see the only thing you’ve built that can never be undone.” Emma’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?” He gave a small, tired smile. “Me.” --- The Golden Flame Accepts Two The moment both their hands touched the swirling gold flame, the air pulled inward. Heat deepened—not painful, but infinite. The light around them twisted. Then everything blinked out. They were not alone. --- The Garden

Before Amour could finish talking, Flame immediately blocked her lips with a white handkerchief. Amour's eyes widened as she began struggling with Flame but Flame overpowered her. Slowly, she began feeling sleepy and before she knew it, she fell in a deep slumber. Flame quickly carried her and placed her inside a very huge wooden box. She covered it and with the help of the small wheels attached to it, she pushed it out... Leaving the clan. ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Flame's car drove in the clan and the men came to her. They helped her carry Amour, heading to the underground building with her. Flame followed them.

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.

For ten days, this black-sand paradise with its steaming geothermal pools and ancient lava fields would witness Lila’s ultimate breaking. She arrived at dusk, naked except for her silver collar and a sheer black robe that billowed in the warm volcanic wind. The air smelled of sulfur, salt, and distant smoke. Torchlight flickered across the black sand beach as the men gathered around a massive open pavilion built over a natural hot spring. Marcus and Damien led her to the center. Marcus’s voice rang out across the gathering. “Ten days. No restrictions. She is the Flame. Burn her. Consume her. Fill her until she overflows. This is her destiny.”