I Will Be The Flame Novels & Stories

There will be no one else—only you in my heart, my eyes, and my life! I corrected him calmly, "Don't flatter yourself. That was nothing more than the basic concern any person would have for an injured firefighter. If you hadn't been hurt on duty and if your coworkers hadn't kept pestering Anwen, I wouldn't have even bothered about you." Benedict stiffened, murmuring, "You really won't forgive me? I'll do anything for you!" I smirked. "How about I go have a child with someone else, and you play the fool again?"

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.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

"That’s… me?" "Yes," said the First Flame. "That is the part they could not destroy. And now… you must choose." "Choose?" "Fade into the void. Or burn again. Become what you were always meant to be." I hesitated. Pain still wrapped me. Shame still drowned me. But deep inside… something stirred. "What happens if I rise again?" "You will face worse. Greater enemies. Deeper pain. But you will also wield what no god dares touch." "What?"

“It’s rewriting everything every world, every choice, every moment. It wants to start over.” The flame pulsed, and the whisper became a roar, not of words but of intent, a primal force that shook the ground, the sky, the stars. Makers, you have woven worlds, forged purpose, carried pain. But I am the Flame of All Beginnings. I am the spark before choice, the fire before creation. Surrender to me, or I will burn all you are.

“Then say what you came to say.” Virela extended a silver-tipped staff. “By ancient rite, the bearer of the First Flame must walk the Eclipse Path. Alone. If you emerge untouched by shadow, you will be named Flamekeeper—the guardian of our new era.” “And if I fail?” Aria asked. “Then the darkness within you will consume what remains of Velmora’s light.” Kael stepped between them. “You expect her to walk into an unknown trial again?” “I expect her to finish what she began,” Virela said softly.

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.

"The Flame! Use it!" I closed my eyes and reached deep inside myself, past the fear, past the rage, past the desperate love for my brother. The Silver Flame was there, burning bright, waiting. But it wasn't enough. Marcus had prepared for this—the dark magic was designed to counter the Flame, to drain its power. You are the Unbroken Queen. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. The Moon Goddess. Or maybe just my own heart. The Flame is not a weapon. It is a gift. And gifts must be shared.

Maybe I can slip back into my old life, pretend none of this ever happened. I take a steadying breath and step forward. The darkness swallows me whole, pressing in from all sides like a living thing. I murmur, “Incendia.” Flames flicker to life all at once, filling the cave with a warm, flickering glow. My breath catches in my throat as the cave is revealed before me.

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"