Long Forgotten Flame Novels & Stories

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

The god lifted its hand to strike and I lifted mine, open-palmed. “I don’t yield,” I said. “I give.” Light exploded between us. The god froze__So did everyone. Then a deep wind swept across the field, howling through trees and bones. And I saw—the memories of wolves long gone. Luna of the Nightfangs. The first Flamebearer. My own mother, standing beside my father, her hands glowing gold. They had all given their flame. Not for power but for love. The god stepped back, its hand trembled. The stars in its eyes dimmed.

“Ours will never go out.” Deep within the chamber, the everflame flickered as if in agreement, carrying forward the memory of a Luna never meant to rule, but who lit a path for every child who would come after. As dawn broke over Moonrise, the legacy of the Flameheart was sealed—in ink, in fire, and in the unbroken hope carried by a daughter’s hand.

A single spiral burned across his neck, darker than any I had seen. “I seek the one who carries both Hollow and Flame,” he said. Everyone turned to me. I stepped forward. “Who are you?” He bowed. “I am the Memory Unborn. I have come to ask for what was promised… before the Gates were even made.” 5. The Forgotten Pact We brought him into the Heart of the Grove. He refused food. Refused water. Only asked to be heard. “There was a pact made long before the first Spiral lit,” he said. “Between the Ancients and the Ashbound the Keepers of Unborn Flame.”

Let go of the what-ifs, the delusions of a second chance. What we had burned—bright and fierce, but far too short. Like a flame that lit up the dark for a moment… then vanished. And that… was the end of us. (The End)

The vampire chuckled as she saw them. “Really? Lavender sunflowers?” She asked. I nodded. “Also known as the Dead Man’s flower. Powerful enough to hide any scent known to man.” She scoffed and shook her head. “Impressive, but still. You’re wasting your time,” she said. She tried to wriggle free from the chains once more and then burnt her, the sizzling sound splitting the silence. She groaned in anger. “Son of a….” “Ah ah ahhhh,” I said, waving my finger.

"Like you, I was reborn. I returned to the moment you called me in our previous life. But this time, I didn't receive a call from you, so I assumed the same thing must have happened to you. "I was pressed for time back then, so I couldn't inform you. I broke my company's regulations to use the helicopter. Coincidentally, a friend of mine who works as a firefighter was doing a fire safety inspection at my office, so I brought him along." I looked at his side profile and felt my heart clench. He was my old neighbor who grew up with me. He had always protected me like a brother. Before I got married, he kept advising me against marrying Jared. We fought because of that, and I rarely reached out

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'