Hearts With Flames Mga Nobela at Kwento

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

I would then greet him with a warm kiss to ease his fatigue from that day's work. But today, my gaze was fixed on his coat. I had gifted him that coat last month. In the news broadcast earlier, Kaden wore this black coat while holding hands with Gwendolyn Crawford. The two of them stood closely together like they were the couple of the year. The Flarian media had touted them as the "perfect match" while congratulating the Zacariases and the Crawfords for this joyful union. But when I refreshed the page, all these posts disappeared in the next moment.

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.

The way her body molded to his, the way she pressed herself against him, it was too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my rage. The need to kill, to destroy, surged through me like a tidal wave, but I fought it back. I couldn’t kill him, not yet. Not with her in the room, not with her watching. But the urge was there, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment.

For every fear that pops into your mind, my hands make it a reality. Flames of blue, red and white, hot enough to melt any earthly metal sweeps across my nails. The fire jumps from side to side as if hell’s small doe jumping through the ominous forest. One touch could make you feel pain for weeks, yet to me, it is my sweet burn of menthol across my chest. Breathing deeply, smelling your skin crisp under me that everyone here deserved, fuels my lust for destruction.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

I started hearing my favorite music while staring at the sky full of stars and moon. Every night in my dreams…I see you…I feel you… This song is playing currently. This is one of my favorite songs. Suddenly I felt some weird sensation passing within me. Again, I started getting pain in my chest area. This time I’m damn sure, it isn’t gastric problem. Why? Why is this happening to me? I started crying due to pain. Suddenly a thought came across my mind. I stared at sky and started questioning The Universe. Is this because of my destined partner?

“True Flames.” Mane could not use Brimstone and a few other Glows because of the kind of strain they put on his soul, but that was okay. He had True Flames. Besides, since he had attained mastery level proficiency with this Breath, he could now access its fire domain! In just a second, the space around the two men was filled with blue flames that towered towards the sky, and Mane himself was covered from head to toe with these flames!

It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal. I stood where I was, watching the fire grow smaller and smaller until the last ember was extinguished. I felt no nostalgia or reluctance, only calm and relief. I then picked up my suitcase and took a taxi to the airport without looking back.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.