His Latest Flame Novels & Stories

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

"Owen, where are you going? Today is our wedding night. Can't you stay with me for tonight?" Her silk robe slipped slightly off her shoulder as she spoke, revealing smooth, fair skin. But he didn't spare her a glance. He tightened his grip on Luca's hand and strode past her. "Sorry, Vivian. Our agreement is over. It's time for me to get my memory back." He left without hesitation. Her face drained of color, but she could not stop him. Arriving at my villa, Owen excitedly said, "Shannon, I remember everything now! Luca and I are home!" However, only silence answered him.

He seized Ella's wrist with a fierce grip and yanked off the bracelet, yelling, "You don't deserve to wear anything of Lily's!" With those final words, he shoved her aside and dialed his henchman. "Book me on the earliest flight out tomorrow. I'm heading to Lily's place."

I asked, my voice soft, almost tender. The flame flickered between us, its heat licking at the air. She didn’t answer, but her lips parted, trembling. “I think you do,” I continued, stepping closer. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The fire inside you, burning away everything you thought you were. That’s what I’ve given you, isn’t it? A taste of what’s to come.” I reached out, letting the flame hover near her skin, close enough that she could feel its heat.

It flickered like candlelight, then roared like wildfire. Aria saw her past—her husband’s rage, her escape, the night she entered the Grove. She saw Luna crying in the dark. She saw herself bleeding, broken, afraid. The flame whispered. “You were weak.” Aria stepped forward. “I survived.” The flame bowed. — The second flame rose. Power. It surged like lightning, sharp and seductive. Aria saw herself crowned—marks flaring, armies kneeling. Kaelion at her side. Lucien behind her. Luna glowing like a star.

Midnight’s strength combined with mine, and with one silent command, I unleashed the flames. A brilliant green fire erupted from my palms, searing up his limbs and enveloping him in seconds. He released me with a howl, thrashing and stumbling backward as he was consumed by the unearthly flames. I pushed myself to my feet, stepping back and watching as he tried desperately to roll in the snow, to smother the flames. But I knew these were no ordinary flames. They wouldn’t extinguish until they’d burned through his arrogance, his cruelty, and every last shred of his confidence.

This flame ranked seventh on the list, and everyone yearned for it. The Smith Guild was very proud of this flame, and any weapons forged by this flame were even more powerful than usual. This made the flame more famous. Delia recognized Philip’s flame as the number one divine fire, Frosty Flame! What kind of person could possess that terrifying flame? As far as Delia knew, only three people in the world had obtained the flames on the ranking list. The other two were ranked below her. She found it unbelievable to see the number one divine fire today.

Only forward remained and the flame? The flame was ready.