I Will Be The Flame Novels & Stories

It’s really him! Lincoln Quijano, if I know was hailed as the hottest firefighter in the country by a magazine. He was the son of a business tycoon. I wonder why he became a firefighter? “Thank God it’s already September! I had nightmares whenever I see your face in my calendar!” I joked. He frowned and went back to his friends who were laughing. “You guy with the chinky eyes, what’s your name boy?” I asked like a killer clown. The guy with chinky eyes stepped forward, he smiled and suddenly his eyes disappeared. “Hello I’m Yñigo Mitchel Sy.” I nodded.

I’d be locked up in a heartbeat. “Oi, what are you doing? Where is she?” Levi bounds into the office looking around. Confused that I would be sitting away in the office when I’d found my mate. I gesture at the screen as Levi comes around the back of the desk beside me “Who is that?” “My mate, she’s fucking human”

He hummed kissing me all the way up to my jaw as I made incoherent sounds at the back of my throat. "I'm burning." I let out as I grabbed his cheeks between both of my hands and made him look at me. Maybe that way, he'll see how miserable and agitated I was. I felt like my body was no longer mine. It felt so new and it wanted more than just simple touches and kisses. "My body is burning for you Caesar. Please do anything, I don't care. Take care of it, I completely trust you." He placed a small kiss on my lips and then went back to looking at me in admiration.

Drake stepped in front of us. “This is insane, Willow. Please… don’t do this. He’s a damn God! You haven’t got a chance!” I forced my flame out, readying myself to face off with Hades. Drake's eyes widened as Brax’s blue flame roared to life merging with my red flame.

I gathered all the remaining strength and closed my eyes. With a steady yet passionate voice, I whispered, "I will bind our souls together again." "I'll take you back." Hot and violent, the Crimson Flame blazed to life in my chest. From me, the flames encircled Killian's corpse. His own body shuddered, as though the warmth were resisting the chill that had seized hold of him. I wasn't scared, though. I couldn't be. I mashed my forehead against his, and the flame inside me surged, roaring with power. Once again, the fire connected our souls as it twisted around us in spirals. Hotter than ever, it burned, but I wouldn't back down.

“And the flame?” I swallowed, the mark burning, the bond spiking with Lucian’s tension. “She’s out there,” I said, my voice steady despite the churn in my gut. “Another me, not her, not the shadow. She called herself the flame, said we’re the Veil’s trinity—lock, spark, flame. She wants us to choose—her way, his, or… ours.”

I know he's doing it for show because he already looked for that prophecy in his own library and told me how he one hundred percent believes that's me, "I must admit... this makes more sense to me. When the rogues trespassed my pack, Ivy believed they were going to take her and our son. She wanted nothing more than to protect him, and that is the only time I've seen her create such a huge fire. Other than that, she can produce the small flame River talked about." "Yes, this," I say and lift my hand, producing Baby Flame. I don't miss the way everyone jumps, "It's like my child. If I tell him not to burn you, it won't. Look... Alpha Winston, try it. Touch it. It won't burn." Nobody believes m

It was a flame. Burning bright. ---

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.

A smile curved across its face, slow and sharp, like it had been waiting centuries to see me. “So,” the reflection said, voice deep and echoing. “You finally opened the door.” My throat was dry. “Who are you?” He tilted his head, eyes burning gold and black. “You know who I am. You’ve always known.” He stepped closer, and the fire bent toward him like worshippers. “I am the flame before names were made. The god that burned the first sun. You… are my vessel.” My chest tightened. “I’m not your.....”