Long Forgotten Flame Novels & Stories

The words settled in the centre of her chest and stayed there. She forced herself to look back at the wall. “Tell me what the text says. The writing around the border.” For a moment he said nothing. Then he began to recite, not translating but speaking from memory, the words worn smooth from years of repetition. “The flame does not choose a hand. It chooses a soul. No force of will, no act of theft, no cleverness of mind can hold what belongs to its vessel. The vessel will come in borrowed skin, from a borrowed world, carrying grief the flame already knows. She will not understand what she carries or what she is. She will arrive frightened and furious, completely unable to be controlled.”

From the age of 14 until adulthood, Liam had absolutely no friends. Liam always remembers his days at the orphanage, where he has close friends - Tania and Leo. Liam used to love Tania, a beautiful girl 5 years younger than him with smiling chestnut brown eyes, chubby cheeks and snow-white skin. Liam used to hold Tania's hand through the green grass fields, picking primroses for her and making laurel wreaths for her. Both of them lay together watching the starry sky at night and humming small songs, sharing sweet candy bars with each other. Until one day, a well-dressed man came and said he wanted to buy Liam with a large amount of money, the owner of the orphanage quickly offered a price, a

She nods and I immediately take two steps backward waiting for her new attack. “Are you ready?” She asks and I nod, getting in position, ready for her attack. “Yes, give me your best shot,” I say grinning and waiting. Her expression turns to a smirk and she gets in position. “Flaminos,” she says and a huge ball of flame comes right at me startling me. I try to stand and stop the flame from hitting me, but I can feel it is more than my strength so I quickly dodge it in time.

Just like the cro‌ss inked on⁠ my back, fire consuming it, I’d be the cross with her fucking name on it the blo⁠od in‍ my v‌eins the flames that would want to devour‌ her. If an⁠yone asked⁠ me⁠ what the definition of a‍ c⁠lus⁠terfu⁠ck was, I’d say three word‌s Lila, and me. Ever⁠ything about‍ us was wro‍ng, yet I couldn’t i‍magine never having her again, not being able to fe‍el her from the inside and if whatever‌ was about⁠ to go down‍ betwe‌e‌n me and my fami‌ly t⁠urned o‍ut in o‍ur f‌avor, I‍ didn’t kn‌ow if I would be able to let her go‌.

She had sworn never to trust again after the betrayal she had endured at the hands of Damien and Lily, her once-dear friends from her old pack. As the days passed, the ache in her heart deepened, and with it came a stirring of something darker—a longing for revenge. Amia's fingers trailed over the well-worn pages of a book she had kept hidden—a collection of revenge plans and tricks she had meticulously crafted over the past five years.

~Alyce/Faelyn~ I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to find any kind of peaceful sleep. I never sleep well this time of year. Nightmares would chase me down, pestering me until I could no longer avoid them. It was usually a good two week time period from start to end before I could begin to return to normal. Nine years. It had been nine years since the night I lost everything. Nine years since my family had vanished. Nine years since I had arrived at the Red Moon pack, sold to them as an Omega and essentially forced to work as a slave. Just eight when it happened, I still didn’t understand why I was spared unlike the rest of my family. The few memories of the night that I could recall had b

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”