Lords Of Flame Novels & Stories

They almost look like black flames if I peer into them well, when we separate he makes no move to hide them and we nod at each other. "I like that you see Lord Lyros that way Adelaide, and he might be like that, but he still wants war. That's why we're all gathered here this week. To make him stop. For your sake I hope you don't get mixed up into all of this. The staff of the flame is here. It's an ancient artifact that will compel the truth from the strongest of Lycans and there's nothing more powerful than the truth. I know all this seems hard to understand for you so take my advice, ask the Lycan king to let you leave. It'll be better for you that way."

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.

“But how do I fight him if she stands in the way?” Liam didn’t answer. He simply reached over and held her hand. Elsewhere, The Heart of Fire The Flamefather stood before a burning table, maps sprawled across it. A younger emissary entered, trembling. “My lord… they’ve united.” The Flamefather didn’t move. “Of course they did.” “She has a name now. Ember.” At this, the Flamefather laughed, a sound like crackling bones. “Good,” he whispered. “Now she has something to lose.”

“I was never meant to kneel.” My voice cracked the sky. > “Let the old orders die. Let the Moon’s leash burn. I crown no Alpha. No court. No creed. I am Nyxara—Flameborn. Hollow-crowned. I claim only dominion.” The fire surged upward— And the forest screamed. --- POV: Dorian The blast slammed into me—heat, light, and something older than the gods. My knees almost buckled, not from pain, but from understanding. Matefire had been one thing.

Alford offered supporting Mitzie’s statement. “You will not speak ill of our king,” Spars snapped with furrowed brows, slowly advancing closer with his men on his heels. “What kind of a true ruler would leave the captain of his army and three of his men to fend for themselves against a powerful witch, a descendent of royalty, and the child of promise?” Emma spoke turning flaming blue eyes on Spars while raising one hand with her white glowing palm facing them. “I assure your demise before you’re able to touch any one of us.”

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

“We’re almost there.” She looked toward the horizon. The Black Spire rose in the distance taller now, pulsing with godlight. She could feel it calling. Her flame responded not with fear, but fury. Let the god tremble, she thought. The Black Spire loomed like a jagged tooth against a bleeding sky. Elizabeth stood at the front lines, her golden armor gleaming faintly in the gloom, the twin blades Solbrand and Emberfang strapped to her back. Around her, the united forces of the Flame Queen’s army stretched across the Scorched Expanse a legion of wolves, mages, archers, and the Flame Order's last faithful.

replied Piers. “We are a Kingdom, Piers. We are nothing like those other backward clans with their remarkably senseless women,” the Leader said, still staring down at me. “What is your name?” he asked. “Rowena Silverveil from the Eastern clan of Eldoria,” I replied. “I am Thane Darkmoor, the Alpha of this kingdom. Now, are you afraid that you laughed in the face of someone who wields the power to kill you?” He sneered. Fear creeped into my chest. How foolish I was to have laughed in the first place.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.