Long Forgotten Flame Novels & Stories

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…”

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

He looked up at them and said, "What's the point of quarreling without wine and roasted meat?" Fire Path narrowed his eyes as he looked at the purple-colored flame. He looked a little greedy as he said, "What kind of flame is this? Why have I never seen it before? All the flames in this world are under my control." "That proves that you are ignorant. This is called Violet Underworld Flame. It's good to roast meat," Chu Xun said with a smile. Soon, the roasted meat smelled good. Chu Xun took out a sharp knife, cut off a small piece, tasted it, and said with a smile, "It tastes good. Do you want to have a try?"

She had the breaking — and then she had stillness. Four feet on cold stone. Still Aria. Still thinking. Still the person who had followed the pull east. But herself was different, and the difference was not subtraction. It was the specific quality of an addition she had not known was missing. The scent of the courtyard arrived in full — cold stone, frost, iron, and beneath it the estate itself, forty-three days of familiarity given back in a register she had never accessed before. The lavender. The archive's cold paper. The particular warmth, fifty feet north, that she had been not-naming for fifteen days.

They deserve our utmost reverence and admiration. Their unwavering love propels us forward, igniting the fire within our hearts. Their presence is a gift, a constant reminder of their profound impact on our lives. I hope you remember these things and never try to disrespect a woman again," As I spoke these words, Ingham nodded, his eyes filled with remorse and shame. And at that moment, I could sense a flicker of understanding awakening within him, as if he glimpsed the magnitude of his actions. The rest of the night went smoothly. Morning came, and we headed back to Riverhead.

WHAT? "That leaves just you to carry on the family legacy." She smiled again and I wondered what she could have found funny after that horrible statement. "But I digress. I was telling you about how the flame came to be. Keepers are strong and rare, but there others far more stronger than us. Some like the Whitfield family. They had what we call the flame. It is magic in itself. Stronger than anything you could possibly conjure up. Even stronger than a god's power. With the flame, you have access to all the realms and every single pocket of reality on all planes. But only one one can wield the flame in each generation. After William's grandmother passed, the flame skipped a generation. Then

Back then, I called him to complain about how much I hated the food, and without hesitation, he flew over to be with me and cooked for me every day. Brandon Foster—the same Brandon who didn't even trust a washing machine to clean my underwear and insisted on washing it by hand. How could he possibly betray me? No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't make sense of it. But I supposed, in the end, I didn't need to anymore. A month ago, after finding out about him and Lexie, I went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said I had a rare disease. I didn't have much time left.

Max POV Unknown Number: Loved meeting you tonight. You should come join us at The Rocks. Max: Ah who is this and how did you get my number? Unknown Number: First you call me by the wrong name and then you forget you gave me your number? My eyes shoot up as I look at Levi “Did you give Grace my number?”