Novel & Cerita Long Forgotten Flame

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.'

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

A forgotten power. “What’s happening?” someone whispered. “The Flame already chose… why… why now?” “This has never happened before!” But no one dared interrupt. No voice rose above the silence that followed. The Flame recoiled from Maxim in a flash. It hovered in the air, swirling once more, as if watching the three of us from above. And then... the ancient voice returned. Deep. Eternal. So clear it echoed through my bones. “Maxim Blackwood, Icarus Nightshade, and Aiyana Moon…”

The years I believed I was only human no recollection of my toddler self, no echo of vines, no memory of the parents who sacrificed everything to hide me. All of it had been sealed away.Until Flame.Until the royal red called me awake.I pressed both hands to my chest feeling the power surge, emerald and violet, no longer dormant, no longer leashed. Vines erupted from the ground around me thick as wrists, glowing, alive curling upward toward the sky like they were reaching for the mother and father I had just remembered.I stood legs no longer shaking, power humming louder, brighter, filling every part of me.I wasn’t just Elara.I wasn’t just Kai’s mate.I wasn’t just the Luna of Blackthorn.I was

The Origin Flame Ceremony was one of the oldest and most sacred traditions of the manor’s solstice celebrations. Held in the ancient heart-grove at the center of the estate, guests gathered around a colossal eternal flame said to have been kindled on the very night the manor first awakened centuries ago. Legend told that the first Lord of Winter had made a pact with the land itself — a forbidden union between mortal desire and immortal magic — birthing the sentient house that now watched over them all. The flames would flicker with living visions of that ancient night: glimpses of passion, betrayal, and the birth of the manor’s watchful soul. It was meant to remind every soul that secrets, n

“It was the Flame That Waits. The one that burns beneath time.” Flashback – Aria’s Memory: The night of Liora’s birth, after she begged the darkness, a second voice arrived, This one warm, Soothing, Kind, It whispered: “She will be fire. But she must burn alone first.” And then, it vanished. Moments later, Liora took her first breath. Back in the present, Altheya traced an old glyph on the war map. “Old legends speak of a First Flame,” she said. “Not from gods. Not from shadow. But from the balance between, Some call it the Equinox Spark, A soul born when light and dark are in perfect tension.”

Besides, she has been crushing on Flameheart and this was a better chance to get closer to him. When Flameheart coveted his message to his woman, they thought that he had no recollection of who she was. They were convinced that he must have forgotten what she looked like. So, they decided to take a chance. Their greed clouded all logic. They did not even stop to consider a lot of things. Although Flameheart spoke about a woman that he came back for, he was quite vague. Had they paid more attention, they would have understood the message. To the one who paid more attention, his message was a clue. He pointed out the fact that seven years ago, he was a loser. However, everyone overlooked that

They turned into shapes, tall, luminous beings with eyes like burning moons and long robes. One took a step forward. He possessed crystal horns. His expression was sorrowful but compassionate. He bowed his head and whispered, "Welcome, Daughter of Flame." "Who are you?" I inquired. He answered, "We are the Forgotten." "Gods who were excommunicated for their decision to choose love over power." I looked at Killian. He looked confused, too. “You were gods?” he inquired. “Yes,” the horned one responded. “And now, we guard what was abandoned.”

Wade, seeing her, immediately howled, "Ah, my arm, it burns!" Yvonne rushed to his side, seemingly blind to me crumpled on the floor. I bit back the pain shooting through my leg and pushed myself to my feet. She frantically dug out some ointment and started tending to Wade, scolding me all the while, "How could you be so reckless, spilling boiling water everywhere? He was just trying to help! "We're the ones married here. Can't you stop being so jealous and picking fights?" Gritting my teeth, I rolled up my pant leg to see the blisters forming. I could not help but snort, "Go ahead, be a couple. You have my blessing."