Long Forgotten Flame Novels & Stories

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

"Then why does it matter?" "Because there's an older name too, for the ones who never learned it. Who could only call fire large, uncontained, all or nothing." Hesper's voice had gone quieter, more careful. "The accounts call them unbound flame. Not a compliment. Every unbound Ashwalker in the old records ends the same way — burned through everyone around them long before they burned through whatever enemy they were meant to fight. It's not really about the leaf, Elena. It's about which of those two things you become."

“Not something new. Something remembered. You are the echo of what was lost. The final hope. The Flame Queen reborn.” “But I’m just...” “You are never just anything. You are fire-made flesh. And the end draws near. The Forgotten God stirs fully now.” Elizabeth’s heart tightened. “Then we don’t have much time.” “No. But you now wield the Flame of Eternity. When the last darkness falls… you will be the light that endures.” She awoke to the sound of wind. Lucian held her, golden tears in his eyes. The others stood nearby: Aria clutching Liam, Kieran watching the skies, and Jaxon quietly praying.

They overcame his energy barrier and invaded his body, making him feel cold all over. “What flame can produce this power?” Shawn yelled in disbelief. He had never seen such a strange flame. Delia looked at Philip in admiration. The people of the Smith Guild were very familiar with this flame. Every weaponsmith had a flame of their own, but the flames were not powerful. If they encountered rare precious materials, some flames might not even work. Delia also had a flame of her own called Cloud Flame, which she found during her travels. This flame ranked seventh on the list, and everyone yearned for it.

“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."

Hi! Its me Dchenemi but you already know that lol. I want to thank you for sticking with this book this far and answer a few questions. Firstly O would like to apologize for the lack of updates, I have ongoing exams and I'm unable to focus on writing while the pressure of getting good grades are breathing down on my neck ahah. Secondly, this arc of the book will be over and after that there'll be one last arc to round up everything and then The Forgotten Marriage will be done and Roman and Amelia's story will give way to other books in the Volkov's Series.

Her fingers brushed over the worn leather of her pack until they found the book—the one Alina had called The Flame Codex—the last piece of her mother’s lineage, written in a language she’d never fully understood. Until now. She drew it out and set it in her lap. The pages glowed faintly under the firelight, letters shifting like living things. As she flipped through them, she realized the words weren’t changing—the way she was seeing them had. Lines that had once been indecipherable symbols now formed meaning. Power is born of purpose. Flame is not destruction; it is memory made visible. Her breath caught. She traced the letters with her fingertip. “Memory made visible…”