Isaiah Twin Flames Novels & Stories

I was the only one who could hear me, but I don’t fucking get this. All the signs have been there since she walked out into the street earlier, but I don’t believe it. But then, come to think of it. We looked almost alike. And she can feel what he feels, but how could this be? I am Elijah’s twin flame. He said it himself. ‘This can’t be happening,’ I echoed what Agata said for an entirely different reason. “That’s not possible,” Elijah argued. “Yes, it is,” Agata stated, still pacing the room.

“Lila, hey, look at me. Open your eyes. Your babies are here, both of them. They’re perfect and powerful and waiting to meet their mother properly. But you have to fight for them. You have to…” “Ash,” Lila whispered, so quietly Joan almost missed it. Her eyes fluttered open, barely focusing, but her gaze found the bassinet where her children lay. “His name… Ash. Born of flame….” “Ash,” Joan repeated, tears streaming down her face. “That’s beautiful, Lila. Ari and Ash. The twin flames. Now stay awake and you can tell them yourself. You can hold them and bond with them and…” But Lila’s eyes were closing again, her consciousness slipping away despite Joan’s desperate pleas.

Sinclair POV Isaiah heard more than he should have at the end of my conversation with Kaia. Now he is asking me about the trackers I found in my car. “Honestly, I have it handled, Isaiah.” I said. “Listen, Kaia and you are close, right?” Isaiah asked. I raised an eyebrow, “Yeah. Best friends. She would even say we are soul sisters.” “What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t look out for her sister then?” he replied.

“And now?” Seryna met her gaze. “Now I think I was sent… so you wouldn’t have to carry the fire alone.” Cassia blinked fast, tears threatening. “I’m glad you came.” “So am I.” And for the first time, the twin flame didn’t burn, it simply glowed. Elsewhere, In the Waking Ashes The Flamefather stood in a broken temple of bone and ruin. He gazed into the fire-scrying pool, watching Cassia speak before her council.

“We end this now!” His eyes find mine and I know he understands. We lock hands, our fire, spreading from our hands up our arms and on until it engulfs our entire bodies. Now we’re not just shooting flames. We are the flames. Twin Flames. We walk forward, burning everything in front of us. Sharp spikes continue to sprout up but we turn them to ash before they are taller than stubs. Then suddenly, a piercing howl rents the air. It’s a deep, guttural sound and I know without a doubt Mason is here.

Kenny said. I screamed. I threw punches and kicks at him, not caring where they landed. I wanted to end everything. I hated Kenny. I hated myself even more. Last night, I already knew it wasn’t Kenny, yet I still let him touch me. Worse, I enjoyed every second of it. And now the ugly truth stood before me. Kenny had been sharing me with his twin brother; a twisted pact they had sworn to each other while growing up. To him, I was nothing more than part of their sick game.

“I know. I am so sorry, love. I am so sorry. I promise I am going to kill each and every single one of them. I will bring their heads to you and lay them at your feet.” He said those words with such conviction that there was no doubt in his voice. Elias had promised his mate, and he would see his promise kept. Again, silence on Isadora's end. Was she speaking directly into his head? “Can you walk?” Elias asked, and this time, Isadora's yes was audible. He placed her on the floor gently, and they seemed to have another conversation through their mind link again. When Isadora raised her head to meet my gaze, I was taken aback by the rage in her eyes. Pain, too, but my Luna was pissed, and her

He asked calmly. I couldn't say anything, I went into a long silence just staring at his face. His Black hair, long jawline, and those piercing blue eyes I fell in love with. And truly something about him felt different, very different from Matteo. His eyes held a depth that seemed to understand the weight of my despair, yet there was a warmth within them that offered solace. "Who are you?" I asked slowly, taking my gaze away from him. "Marcus," he said, "Mattoe brother, I'm sure he never told you about me, but—we're twins."

They lay exhausted on the bed, bodies entwined, whispering to each other about their dreams: playgrounds, bedtime stories, a house filled with kids and chaos. Three months passed by slowly. Paperwork submitted, they waited with heart full of nerves and flickering hope. Sarah called one afternoon: “You’re approved for the next stage. Home visits are complete. Now, we’ll find a match.” Luca hung up with tears flowing from his eyes. The twins rushed home, finding him in the kitchen, beaming through sobs. They held each other, their dream inching closer. That night, intimacy deepened further. With lit candles and soft music playing, they made love on the rug by the fireplace, each taking turns w

’ He sighs in my mind, and pulls me down to capture my lips. “I hate when you’re right.” He says, calling out Jasper's name. “You can stop calling me King. My name is Isaiah. If this is going to work we need to trust each other, and until otherwise proven I trust you because my mate trusts you. But I’ll rip you pieces if you ever betray that trust.” Jasper snorts. “You mean you’ll stomp on the sorry leftovers when your mate is done with me?” Isaiah laughs. “Exactly.”