Hearts Of Flame Novels & Stories

It was at this moment that he decided to speak for the first time. “Brax Jaxon Layden, listen to my words!” My chest vibrated as his strong voice echoed over the land. “The time is drawing near, you must be prepared. The seal that keeps Hades imprisoned in hell is weakening and soon it will no longer be able to contain him. He will be able to walk among humans and all mythical creatures. Chaos will follow in his footsteps. A plan was put in motion long ago that would give my people a way to defend themselves and help send Hades back to his prison. Brax, you wield the blue flame. A rare ability that is only gifted to trusted dragons mentally and physically capable of holding so much power. I

asked with hope that his Father would take their side. “You could have told us before running into the formation,” Blake said. He also was worried about them. “Augh, fine, I’m sorry.” Blake Jr. said he felt he had to apologize for his actions. The rest of the children followed and apologized also. After their apology, Claire’s mood improved, and she smiled at the children. “Now, tell me about your flames. Blake?” Claire asked earnestly, wanting to see their flames. “Mine.” Kyle rushed over and showed his deep red flame. “It is the Heavenly Fire Flame. Although it’s a common flame, it is hotter than your average flames.”

They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns. For years, they were happy. Until fate caught up. His betrothed found them, and in her vengeance, she set their new family ablaze. His wife. His child. The parents and siblings who had taken him in. All turned to ash. That was when Aamon gifted the world the Blue Flame—not to destroy, but to free. A fire capable of severing mate bonds, of defying destiny itself. Now, that Flame was Cassandra’s. And her patience was running thin.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

Metal screamed, warping, as Hollowflame shot up the haft and latched onto his hands like molten chains. The skin didn’t just blister—it cracked open in wet, splitting lines, curling back from bone. His claws fell away in chunks, clattering to the ground like snapped talons. He tried to wrench free. Too late. My other hand was already buried in his chest, fingers closing around his heart. The Hollowflame didn’t simply burn him. It fed.

The shop was famous not just for its kind and beautiful owner, but because it sold only one type of flower—campanulas. Hearing that, Levi's heart nearly crumbled. Campanulas were Nikki's favorite. She had once said she loved their meaning: eternal love. Just like the love they had shared. Back then, they had spoken those promises with such innocent joy on their faces, so sure that happiness would be endless. No one had expected how fleeting it would be. But now—he still had a chance to make it right. As the flower shop came into view, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of homecoming fear—the kind of fear that grips you when you're too close to what your heart has yearned for too long.

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.