Heat Of The Everflame Audiobook Novels & Stories

She realized that drinking the water from the creek must have been the catalyst for her unbearable heat. As she struggled between dying or losing Thorn, the scorching burn hit her again at full force. She started to drift away, enveloped in a blazing fire. Then she heard Thorn’s voice. “Let everything go. Just kiss me.” Like a lighthouse in the darkness, she had to follow. She felt his lips press against hers, softly and tenderly. He kissed her ear, then her neck. She felt a gentle pain as his gentle tongue slid over her skin, on her collarbone, under her breasts, on her calves and thighs. Her body heaved with each painful kiss.

The monster inside him roared, craving more, yet yielding to the unyielding heat of Eli's claim. Every touch, every whispered command, every fiery kiss was a strike of passion, a battle neither wanted to lose, but both needed to win. The air around them crackled, flames licking higher as they dove deeper into each other, a Hellfire set ablaze by desire, raw and untamed. Leo's growl mixed with Eli's breathless moans, a symphony of control and surrender that echoed into the night. No rules. No limits. Just the burning, insatiable hunger between two souls who refused to back down.

“I’m the fire.” The flame flared out, not red, not white — but gold, like the moon overhead. The flames struck the beast and didn’t relent. They pierced it. Burned through it. The monster writhed in a howl and then split open — a great cry that shattered and filled the mountain air. It tried to flee. But there was no escape from fire that had discovered its truth. Serena shrieked, hands on fire. And in that moment, the flame did not resist her. It bowed.

“Why does it say I could burn the world down?” Angela hesitated, her lips parting—then sealing again. She turned away, pulling a dusty book from a nearby shelf and opening it with care. “Because the First Flame was a bloodline erased from history. Hunted. Feared. Hidden in plain sight… until you.” She flipped to a page where an ancient crest flickered in faded gold, a burning wolf standing atop a crescent moon.

I just had to hold on until they found a way to break me out. They would find a way to break me out. Damien would. The thought had barely settled in my mind when the first wave hit me. It wasn't nausea this time. It was heat. It started in the marrow of my bones, a slow, creeping burn that spread outward like liquid fire through my veins. I kicked the heavy duvet off, gasping as the cool air of the room hit my skin, but it wasn't enough. The fire was inside me, consuming me from within.

One of them leaps at me from behind. I twist around and scream, extending my arms… A wave of golden fire blasts from my chest, blasting the beast away. Everyone stops. The fire fades, but the heat persists. “What... was that?” I whisper. Ezra smiles. “The Flame is awakening.” I’m shivering, not from fear…but from the electricity still sizzling inside me. It seemed like my spirit caught fire for a second. And yet, I’m still standing. “We need to keep moving,” I say, voice steadier now. “Before more show up.”

I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rushing wind. A strange heat stirred in my fingertips, tingling at first, then burning. It surged through my veins, twisting and coiling inside me like a wildfire seeking release. My hands trembled as the energy grew, spreading up my arms, into my chest. It was overwhelming, alive, almost sentient. Then… Flames erupted from my palms, crackling to life in violent, twisting tendrils. They shot up into the air like a beast finally unleashed. The heat was searing, but it didn’t burn me.

Alpha Winston growls out, looking at me in distaste, "That is not true, we heard about the way she attacked the rogues when they trespassed the Silvan pack. People say she bursted in flames, she—" "I was one of those rogues, actually, so I think I know better than you. I mean, if all your information is hearsay," River interrupts him, his almost rude tone making Rem's jaw clench, "So, listen, we've been testing her. And after we saw the way her fire acts, we started digging and found this." Everyone looks as River pulls something out of his back pocket. It's a page from and old book with the Mother Flame prophecy. He told me he'd pull it out at some point, so I'm not surprised.

Damon passed around a tray of cups filled with honey-sweet tea. “No speeches,” he said. “Just presence.” They sat in silence. Together. Listening. Breathing. Grateful. And then, from the shadows, Grace spoke up. “Grandpa?” “Yes, my light?” “I want to make a new Flamekeeper’s book.” Everyone turned. “But this time… it’s not about the past. It’s about the future.” Cassie smiled. “What will you call it?” Grace looked up at the stars and whispered: “The Fire We Haven’t Lit Yet.”

He shouts as I reach the door. "Flames" I say clearly over my shoulder, before opening the door and moving inside out of the crisp night air. *********************** Twenty minutes later, I'm back at the bar, waiting to get the attention of the busy bar staff when I hear a voice. "So...Flames, was it?" The smug voice asks. "It was" I confirm, my eyes not turning to look at him.