His Latest Flame Novels & Stories

I feel my insides go on fire as soon as we lock eyes “How on earth? I don’t even have your number” Levi starts his evil laugh under his breath as Grace look at him seemingly for an explanation. “I may have written down Max’s number instead of mine” Shes looks between the two of us again and my hands fly up in defence. I am not going down for Levi’s sly trick. I mean as grateful as I am to of found out her name and get her number this was all on him.

“It’s time for the demons to overthrow the dragons and claim our rightful place as the most powerful race known to the supernatural world.” “I would venture to say the information you got from your source about a so-called “new flame” isn’t true?” Cinder sat back down on his throne. “Does anyone even know where the flames are merging?” Cinder looked lost in thought as he rested his chin on his palm. “That’s what I thought. The demons are getting worked up over nothing most likely.”

“There is no room for error. One stray thread of fire and you burn her along with the invader.” “I won’t burn her. Not with this flame.” He said it without a flicker of doubt, without bravado, without any of the performance the old Keanu would have wrapped around it. It was a fact, stated plainly by a man who had earned the right to state it. “The azure flame doesn’t work the way my gold does. It doesn’t burn what I aim it at. It finds what doesn’t belong and it unmakes it, and it cannot touch what does. That’s what I spent weeks in that mountain learning. Not how to aim. How to know.” He looked at me then, and his amber eyes were steady as bedrock. “The flame will know my sister. I promise

For refusing to be controlled. Not for something like that. Something small. Something quiet. Something chosen. Kaelith lowered his hand. Behind him, something roared. Another fight broke out. Flames surged upward like they always did. Hell continued without him. He didn’t move. Not immediately. “…weird,” he said under his breath. Then he straightened, the smirk returning like nothing had happened. “Alright, fragile creatures. I’ll admit it. That was mildly interesting.” He stepped back from the edge, the vision of the world fading as Hell took over again.

"Can you stop being so unreasonable? You're acting like a shrew right now!" I froze, fighting back the tears in my eyes. After that night, I moved out. It wasn't until today's fire that I finally reached out to him again. But all I got was disappointment. "Ma'am, are you still there?" The dispatcher's voice snapped me out of it. I put my phone away before looking around in despair. The fire was getting worse by the minute. If I couldn't escape soon, I would be burned alive. With clenched teeth, I wrapped myself in a wet blanket and dashed into the flames, trying to open the front door.

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.

Fire in his eyes is see-through, temptation and possession. I started moving my hips, playing with the beats of the music and started lifting up my body in the pole and started making pole tricks. “Trust me, trust me, I don't like being alone thinking ‘bout ringing your line, I wish you would come home but I'm just tryna balance my space, I'm just tryna protect my space” his stares starting a flame inside my body,my blood is going crazy, he’s like a liquor that makes me drunk. He’s all attention is on mine, he’s not taking off his eyes on me, watch every move I take and sensually clenched his jaw and gulf.

“For you are not the only light returned. The woman gestured behind her, into the pit. And out of the shadows came another figure. He was tall. Dark-haired. His cloak sparkled like it was made of stars. And in his hand — another flame. Not like Serena’s. Not pure white. But blood red, not wanting to settle, as if mad. Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Who the hell is that?” The figure stepped forward, a voice like honey poured over steel. “I am Kael. “The Flame that was lost.” The flame at Serena’s shoulder flickered. For a heartbeat, it dimmed. “I was sealed below when kings chose lies over truth. I brought the old fire — rage, judgment. You bear the new — mercy, memory.” Serena stared. “So… we’re t

The flame flares to life, I hold it for a second, just long enough for him to see it. “No…no! You can’t do this!” Reynolds roars, struggling, panic bleeding into every word. I glance back at him, my smirk sharp. “Watch me.” Then I toss it. The flame lands, catches the trail of gasoline, and a hiss breaks the silence. Then a roar. Fire races across the ground like a beast unleashed, devouring everything in its path until the entire house is ablaze. Orange light dances in the night air, casting shadows across Reynolds’ face as he screams.

Ignis. The master of flame. The binder of fire. He smiled. “She passed,” he whispered. “Good.” Behind him stood shadows. Dozens. Hundreds. Creatures born of smoke and ash. “Let her come,” he said. “Let the fire walk to me.” Then he vanished into the darkness. And the flames began to rise again. Zuri’s POV I was practicing again. Mom stood beside me, watching. The small flame on my palm danced with every breath I took.