Hearts With Flames Novels & Stories

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.

My soul slowly left my heartbroken body as I flatlined, as evidenced by the ECG. I could see the doctors and nurses quietly sobbing at this. Gathering in a line, they bowed. Yet, my heart felt like something was squeezing it, causing me tremendous pain. 'What the hell is going on? Now that I have turned into a spirit, can I still feel heartache?' I found myself thinking. 'I'm sorry, my comrades. I wasted a chance at medical rescue, and I wasted the life I had ahead of me. I should’ve stayed with you, continued to fight for world peace, contributed more…'

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

Her body made her as transparent as a window and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. The combination of her fear and desire held a frightening level of power. Heat pooled between her thighs and her very being burned for him. Her head swam as he captured her lips again. His fingers tightened on her bottom, squeezing her as his tongue flicked over the rough of her mouth. Alaric was…God, he was something beyond words.

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-"

I stand rooted to the spot, a silent witness to the unfolding spectacle, my heart pounding in my chest. As I watch in awe, Thrystan conjures his own flames, crafting them into a sinuous ribbon of fire reminiscent of a dragon's coil. With practiced precision, he sends the fiery tendril hurtling towards the assailants, ensnaring them in its fiery embrace. The flames do not scorch their flesh, but bind them in place, rendering them powerless and petrified. In that moment, it becomes clear – Thrystan is not merely a Scorcher; he possesses the legendary Dragonfire within him.

Malia........ I'm not sure what had gotten into me, but i found myself kissing Danny. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the mood this rooftop was giving, or maybe even the story he ended up telling me, and seeing him slightly differently, I knew he was a hero to a lot of people, especially from the ones he saved on call, i knew that he cared about people despite the tough exterior he put on. Saving lives even when not on call, not everyone, not every firefighter goes through that. He was brave, tough, saved so many lives, and didn't overthink it, which shows how much he cares. I'm not sure if it was both, but I had the urge to kiss him, touch him, do things I've been fighting myself on to not do,

And then Delis sighted forward and saw that his house is on fire! "You can't be serious! that's my house burning on fire!" Delis shouted. "Waaaat!" Rehab exclaimed in pressure. And then Delis speed on his car, and as soon as he reaches close to the house. He halted and both him and Rehab ran out of the car. "No! No! No!!!" Delis was screaming as he was running close to the house. Although they came just too late, the house was totally burnt down. There is nothing left to save from the house, the doors are already red in color because of the heat of the fire.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

Darryl comforted her lightly, "Don't worry. Let me think… You just need to release the heart flame, and you'll be fine." He was calm on the outside, but he was extremely anxious. 'Damn it! Once the heart flame is formed, it'll be dangerous. How do I release it safely? This is such a hard question. Besides, I've never experienced this before. Having a heart flame and a psychotic break is not the same.' When Darryl was struggling, Empress Heidi suddenly jumped out of the wooden bathtub and slammed her body into Darryl's arms. Her pretty face flushed red and her eyes were blurred and crazy.