Hearts Of Flame Novels & Stories

One day, when we were drinking together, he reached out to cup my cheek for the first time. Under the moonlight, as his lips slowly moved toward mine, I shyly closed my eyes. But the kiss I awaited never happened. When I opened my eyes, he had disappeared. After that day, he rejected all of my calls and attempts to reach him. He refused to see me, even when I went to the fire department. I was lost. Every day, I waited at the entrance of the fire department just to see him and ask him why he was being like that. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses.

The Eternal Flame had become the heartbeat of all things. The Song resonated with perfect, unending rapture, its melody woven from the wet slap of bodies, the cries of climax, and the deep, satisfied moans of countless joined souls. Forty thousand years after the first spark defied destruction, love and raw desire ruled supreme.

“What would have to be different? For you to want a second date.” Sloane’s heart slammed hard. She leaned forward without thinking. “Are you applying for the position, Callum?” “I’m asking a theoretical question.” His mouth twitched, but his eyes were serious. Darker. “Sure you are.” She answered anyway. Halting. Honest in a way that scared her. “Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.”

If she gave them all away, if she became empty, would the sacrifice mean anything? The entity loomed closer, its shadow arms reaching. Oblivion promised peace—no pain, no loss, no need for courage. Then, from above, she felt it: a thread of unity. Her daughter’s voice carrying her name, Xander’s vow like a heartbeat, the pack’s song thrumming through the seal. Their love bound her tighter than the dark could ever unravel. Tears stung her eyes. She whispered, “You do not win because I bleed. You do not win because I fear. I am Flameheart. And I choose to remember—even if I must give that memory away.”

Flame said and looked at Cisco. She smiled sadly. "This look on your face.. That's what I was so scared of seeing. What now? You're going to hate me just like everyone hates Amour huh? You're gonna judge me too? All my whole life the only thing I was thought was how to kill, how am I supposed to act like all girls do? How am I supposed to love you like other girls will do when I don't even know how to love myself" Flame spoke as tears poured down her cheek. "How-"

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

The lights on the ground suddenly lashed out towards the soldiers around, some began to move away uncomfortably but the ones they reached as soon as it hit their boots. "AAAAAAAH!" The area was lit up as the men were engulfed in a pillar of fire. "Lets begin He swung Hate and a black flame shaped like a boomerang shot forward. Although this flame did not burn them. It cut through the men in its path like a burning red hot blade through butter. Although it was not without the pain. The part cut off were blown away by the force of it. Men watched as their ass flew past them. That wasn't all. When they landed they were then assaulted by a pain unlike they had ever felt. Because the cut was ca

We walked it together flames entwined bodies entwined hearts entwined. Our story remained a living flame. Deep. Passionate. Forever burning.

A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity. She's mesmerized by his softness, a yearn developed in her belly. Those words, "I like you too," came to the tip of her mouth as butterflies flew inside her stomach with their proximity but never came out. Tanvi was striving to resist the temptation caused by his charm when he was this close. Her heartbeat increased drastically. A slight movement of her face will brush his stubbled cheek. The thought itself made fire rush up to her cheeks.