I Will Be The Flame Novels & Stories

Drake's eyes widened as Brax’s blue flame roared to life merging with my red flame. “Willow, whatever you do, don’t let go of my hand! If we are separated the new flame will burn out.” Brax reminded me. Then a beautiful purple flame ignited and burned like a torch around us, creating a rolling inferno that made us untouchable. Brax and I walked hand in hand as we stepped forward. Drake recoiled the closer we got, then stepped to the side. “Willow, you were the missing flame?” I didn’t answer him. My focus was on Hades and sending him back to hell.

“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

Chapter 91: Flame The world stood in awe as Isabella and Luca's journey reached a climactic crescendo. The flame they had ignited, the flame of justice, compassion, and equality, burned with an intensity that radiated throughout every corner of the globe. Their unwavering dedication and boundless love had left an indelible mark on the tapestry of humanity, forever altering the course of history. In the midst of a grand assembly, representatives from nations far and wide gathered to honor Isabella and Luca's remarkable achievements. Heads of state, activists, and ordinary individuals whose lives had been touched by their work stood united, their applause echoing through the grand hall.

I told him smiling and sat inside the car As soon the car started I let my tears flow down that I was holding back there. You are like Flames Aarhan Sheerazi and you are perfectly burning the Rose aka me in ashes every day . Your every action and word burns me a little bit more than it did in the past. It did in the past also now it does. I do not know when I will be able to get immune from you but I hope that will not be too late for me. *************************** Zeenat's pov "Bhabhi jaan what are you doing?" I asked Oorvi Bhabhi jaan who is doing something

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.

Then the blue flame spits sparks across the floor. One lands at my boot. Another lands near the Nightshade benches. The fire burns brighter. Too bright. Caelen's hand tightens once around my waist. "Isla," he says. I am already turning toward the blue light.

The power inside me—was it really meant for him? “Why would it belong to you?” I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. “It’s mine. It was given to me.” The man’s smile widened, revealing sharp, white teeth. “It wasn’t meant for you, Ghost Wolf. You were just the vessel. The Flame was always intended for one purpose—to burn everything to the ground. To destroy. And I—” he paused, taking a step forward, “—am the one who will reignite it.”

“And I am no dog. I am Risa from Redmoon pack of the Ironwood.” I took a breath, filled my lungs with the scent of ozone and Kael’s woodsmoke, and lifted my foot to step into the heart of the silver flame. This was it. I would either be damned or saved today.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.