Love Burns Bright Romane & Geschichten

Silence fell upon the crowd in anticipation of what was to come. My hand slightly brushed against my lovely mate’s. Sparks erupted at the tiniest point of contact and my heart soared. They were sparks of love. Bright, fierce, undeniable. That meant only one thing. Loyalty. Sparks never lied. If she did not love me and wanted to poison me, surely the sparks would have died or dimmed by now.

You are not unloved. You are not too much. You are part of the heartbeat that keeps this world alive — a necessary note in the song that never ends. May this book find the places in you that still ache, and remind them that pain is not the enemy of love — it is its proof. And when you close this final page, I hope you remember what Liora did beneath the Blood Moon: That even in your darkest night, You are both flame and shadow — And that balance is your beauty .

And her love remained the brightest light in the house – stable, deep and still full Passion.

he asked, with a hint of desperation. “No, I'm serious here. Do you really love me as you say you do?” I questioned, my heart pounding hard against my chest. “C'mon babe, you have no reason to doubt my undying love for you. I know I have been a horrible person in the past, but now I'm here to right all those wrongs. I would never leave you for anyone else, I promise,” Liam's words pierced deep into my heart. I've never felt so genuinely loved, so much cherished and spoiled. I felt the sincerity in words; a promise that would never be broken.

“I was the last to leave this Hollow whole.” She walked toward Serena and reached for her hand. “You carry its final song.” Serena allowed the touch. The woman’s eyes softened. “But you’ve not yet sung it.” Behind them, the embers grew brighter. Elias stepped protectively beside Serena. “What song?” The woman looked at him. “The fire remembers pain. But it was born of love. The first flame was not a weapon. It was a confession.” Serena’s breath caught. “What was it saying?”

"Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself." Bruce's eyes went glassy. He just stood there, frozen. "She burned them?" His voice cracked. "Yeah. Said you weren't coming back, so why bother keeping them." He flashed back to that courtyard—roses everywhere. No wonder they looked familiar. He'd planted those for her. She'd chopped them down, handed them to Julie... then torched the rest. He let go, stumbling back like the wind got knocked out of him. "You okay?" the gardener asked. "Should we replant something?"

Light burst outward in rings, rippling across the sky, through the oceans, through the sleeping minds of gods and mortals alike. Every creature on earth dreamed at once, of love, of loss, of a woman and her creation bound by the same impossible yearning. The boy shouted from afar, his voice faint under the thunder. “Lyra, don’t let her anchor! If she roots herself in you, she’ll never die!” Elyndra’s voice was soft, a whisper made of tears. “Isn’t that what love wants? To last?” Lyra’s light surged, blinding, half silver, half red. “Love isn’t meant to last. It’s meant to live!”

Family behind him, an anchor of love. The battle of the soul began. Dark pulled hard, whispering doubt. Aiden cried out in pain. Liora screamed, voice raw with love: “Choose light, baby! Mommy loves you forever!” Kael roared, fierce: “Son… proud! Family!” Ethan shouted, brotherly strength: “Choose us!” Elara, aunt, poured her blood magic into the moment: “Blood strong. Love good!” Light burst from Aiden, pure, healing.

And it was Jonathan who said to me, "Chloe, even if the whole world abandons you, as long as you still have me, that's enough. I will never abandon you." My head was forced down for the second time. The pain left my consciousness wavering. I seemed to see the day he defied his parents for me—kneeling in the courtyard under the scorching sun, shouting, "The only woman I will ever marry is Chloe. I want no one else." In the end, he collapsed from heatstroke and was rushed to the hospital. Looking at Jonathan, his skin darkened and peeling from the sun, I laughed—then cried.