Novel & Cerita Hearts With Flames

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Mel was scrolling through her social media feed when a picture of Xavier and Davina on a romantic date caught her eye. They were sharing a candlelit dinner at a charming restaurant, smiles lighting up their faces. The caption read, "Date night with my love ❤️." Mel's anger flared instantly, but beneath that anger was a deep sense of determination. She had once been Xavier's girlfriend, and their breakup had left wounds that had never fully healed. Seeing Xavier with Davina, seemingly in love, ignited a fiery ambition in Mel.

I’m running like a mad woman, chasing after the ricocheting echoes of their shrills in this effusive darkness. Then suddenly, a sea of malevolent red flames surges from the darkness and forces me to stop. “Mommy! Help us!” I blink my eyes with my arms up to shield my face from the scorches. Peering through as I take slow steps back, my heart splits in two to see my girls beyond the flames, huddling close with tears streaming down their faces as the flames wall around them. “Girls!”

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

Three former friends known as three flames that burnt so bright that they could shine even the darkest places. Forbidden love is not something knew to all of them because they've all disobeyed so many rules to get their happiness but instead they got tradegy. To see what exactly is going on they must go back to the past. Where they were three different people from what they actually are now. *** Prologue The night was young, full of endless opportunities of where it could lead Sire. He wished nothing more than to feel the gentle breeze of the wind blow his hair into a mess his mother would obviously scold him for when he got back home.

With the strength of his allies behind him and the memory of Nyaminyami’s wisdom in his heart, he set out to reclaim the love that had been stolen from him, determined to restore Athena to the life they had once shared. Flameheart stood at the threshold of the dimly lit room, the weight of the world pressing heavily on his shoulders. The storm outside rumbled ominously, as if echoing the turmoil within him. He could feel the pulse of the city, the thrumming heart of Sunshine City that had once been filled with laughter and joy now eerily silent, as if mourning the loss of his beloved mate.

I panic as I push through the flames as Lara tries to control the raging inferno that is growing bigger by the second. “EVERYONE GET BACK!” I scream over the roar of the flames. The flames are screaming as they grow higher and burn stronger in heat and intensity. The flames are mirroring her emotional and mental pain. The sound is heart breaking, raw, primal, filled with hurt and heartbreak. “Jaka, we need to get to her.” I say to my dragon, and he shifts. We push through the fire as it washes over us. It is potent. The flames scream again. It is almost like the flames feel her pain and are feeding off it.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

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.

“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.

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