I Will Be The Flame Novels & Stories

"Vosvak's curse is deep. So is your blood. The forgotten daughters of Atlantia were never intended to live in darkness. You are flameborn." Krishna stood up, breathing harsh but even. "So I won't flee anymore." *She unfolded her hand — and in her hand blazed the sigil of the Flameheart, thudding like a second heartbeat.*. "I will confront the curse," she replied. "I will confront Miyal. And Perfera. And if I must be consumed by the fire…" She raised her eyes, fire burning within them now. "I will select the fire." Ilmare lowered her head. "Then let the gods see what you become."

Mentioning Ariel makes Liam feel unhappy, he feels Aria is jealous of his own sister. "You haven't said why your face is disfigured." “When we were on vacation in the mountains, that bungalow caught on fire. I was badly burned because I saved Ariel. After seeing my monster-like appearance, they decided to abandon me, their biological daughter. Looks like I'm dead! But luckily for me, there was a nurse who was merciful to my fate who brought me into her care. Thanks to her, I miraculously survived. I couldn't go to school, but thanks to her teaching, I knew how to make a silicone mask, make myself a fake face."

Emma stood slowly, her fingers still glowing faintly with the resin. “I remember,” she whispered. “It wasn’t rage that gave me fire. It was loyalty. The fire didn’t leave me when everything else did. I fight… because I remember what it feels like to be alone.” Sarah’s voice caught. “Then you’re ready.” Long bowed her head. “Go burn for all who were left in the dark.” --- The Flame of Rage Beckons Emma stepped onto the platform. The Red Flame didn’t snarl this time. It opened. It invited.

A final flame rose—and this time, it was Elian, her son. “I don’t want to become him,” he said, eyes shadowed with fear. “The thing with no face.” “You won’t,” she whispered. “I’ll burn the world before I let it take you.” The fire vanished. Scene 5: The Flame Rite The Guardian stepped back. “Then receive the flame of balance.” From its chest, it drew a shard of living fire and pressed it into Iris’s palm. The mark on her wrist flared, absorbing the essence. Her entire body lit from within.

Loki wants me to be fire without mercy. Erik wants me to be fire without fallout. But me?I want to be the flame that chooses what it burns.

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.

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.

“I didn’t say romantic.” “You didn’t have to.” He gave her a look, the kind that made her stomach flip, then spread one of the blankets on the ground. The night sky stretched above them, stars scattered like silver dust across the darkness. They sat close. Close enough that their knees brushed, sending sparks up Lyra’s spine. For a while, they just sat together, letting the quiet settle around them. Then Lyra asked softly, “Why do you call me little flame?” Kaelan turned his head, studying her in the moonlight. “Two reasons, actually.”

“Then it has begun.” “What do we do?” She looked upward toward the moonlight struggling to reach this cursed place. We pray the flame does not remember who first lit it. We pray the Alpha heir’s wolf does not try to reclaim what the boy has already shattered. “And if it does?” Her smile deepened. Then the flame will not burn for love. It will burn with vengeance. And the gods will be the first to scream. Her voice lowered to a whisper: Then the packs will bleed. The Moon will weep.

“We respond with strength.” A sudden crack echoed from the hallway, followed by the heavy footsteps of approaching figures, and I realized with a shiver that the hunt was no longer a distant threat. It had arrived. The fire inside me pulsed hotter, coiling and uncoiling with a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. I drew in a breath, steady and deliberate, letting every ounce of my power, my will, and my defiance settle into one focused point. I am Flamebearer, I reminded myself. And I will not be taken.