Long Forgotten Flame Novels & Stories

“I’ve called you that since we were little! You get to call me A, but I can’t call you Z? We are Z to A. It’s always been Z to A. I’m married and I’m happy now. My happy ass gets dragged around by your sad sorry ass because you can’t stick up for yourself. You use me as a scapegoat when there is nothing to back you up. I’ve already been out. Since I married Nicole, I’ve been out of Dad’s game. You’re still playing it like a god damn idiot and sitting here drinking your ass off and locking out everyone.” He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. “When was the last time you saw anyone outside of Stace or Jay? When was the last time you went out? Took a few days on the jet? You used

So naturally, the girls and I came to the club. “Let her drink, Camila. She needs it,” Tamara says, collecting the shot from Camila and handing it back to me. I down it in one go and bite into a lime immediately after. The liquor burns my throat on the way down, but it’s nothing compared to the pain in my shattered heart. “You know it won’t help her forget about him,” Camila argues. “For now, it will,” Tamara quips back. “Who wants to dance?” I ask, playing with the shot glasses littering the table. “Why are there so many?” Staring, I tilt my head to the side. I’m definitely wasted, because I’m seeing about fifty shots glasses currently.

Thunder rumbled far off in the distance—deep and guttural, the way anger sounds when it’s too old to scream anymore. We drove past a field of wild grass, where fireflies blinked like forgotten souls, pulsing green in the dark. Their glow made my chest ache for reasons I didn’t have the strength to unpack. Memories came rushing back—fragments of the happiest days of my life. Days that once felt eternal, now reduced to nothing more than echoes in the corners of my mind. Just memories… nothing more.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

"I wanted to tell you, but weren't you dead?" Mom's whole body stiffened, and she slowly let go of me. Dad's face went pale as he asked, "Rena, when did your memory come back?" "I never forgot." I smiled bitterly. "Do you know how much willpower it takes not to be hypnotized? The hypnotist tied me to a chair, but I dug my nails into my palms until the skin broke, and I bit my tongue until it bled. Do you know how scared I was back then?"

The text read thus; “ Dear sweet soul of the olden Bruno, to the effect of the past, I write this to you. I have messed up and so did everyone. No one would go contrary to that, but what makes us unique and special is what happened after the mess. Some will fringe and some will reunite. Let’s not give up, remember how it used to be in the past, if only we curtail the selfishness amongst us, we would stand being unshaken. Consider the fact that you are the only one that decided to go against the plan, and besides, Enola is very much eager to forget everything. Just imagine, as you have refused to join us back, we still stand, we are happy that we are back, the regrets will be only for you alo

She smiled—not with mystery, but with understanding. > “The flame you weren’t meant to carry,” she said. “The one they buried. The one they feared.” Velan’s voice trembled. “You’re not forgotten.” > “No,” she said. “I was hidden. Because I wasn’t born from gods. Or remnants. Or prophecy.” She paused, letting the silence wrap around them like cloth. > “I was born from the world itself. I am the eighth flame.” --- The Flame of Choice She moved toward the center of the chamber, where a shallow pool of dark water lay still. No ripples. No stars reflected. Just stillness.

Leilani nodded softly. “When I witnessed Wyot performing the Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformation in the Ancient Realm, the Flames seemed to trigger fragments of memories deep within my soul. I can surmise that something related to the Flames must have happened on Planet Desolation, and perhaps Wyot acquired the Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformations there. Father, do you have any means to restore my lost memories?”

I belong to the Foxe family, and as the eldest son, it's my duty to offer my help to the blessed one. "Hmmm..yea, the last time though not sure, when we trapped him it's assumed that while we hailed to the sacred fire of him, the made sure to let a little piece of him go out freely. But that tiny portion would never survive on its own and hence drifted off above, preparing and growing since; until a new soul was forged -Dawn Stone. This time, we must make sure that nothing goes wrong, we can't afford another battle in the future" Dawn's POV