Love That Burns Against Fate Novels & Stories

she murmured, her voice carrying the echoes of countless cosmic truths, “those who burn brightest… those whose destinies are woven into the very fabric of existence… often must choose where to shine. For a flame consumed by its own intensity may give no light at all.” Tears, hot and free, spilled down my cheeks, blurring the shimmering vision of the Goddess, blurring the stark reality of my choice. My heart ached, a sweet, painful agony. “Then I choose them,” I said, my voice breaking, but filled with an unwavering certainty that resonated through the night. “If it means burning out… if it means this immense power consumes me because I lack a purpose grand enough for it… I will burn in their

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

Angry that I had wasted so much time craving their love and blaming myself for not measuring up to their expectations. Maybe my resentment was so strong it bridged the gap between life and death, because suddenly, the lights in the interrogation room began to flicker, then went out completely. The room was plunged into darkness. It happened so suddenly that Mom and Calla screamed, clutching each other in terror. They started trembling. "Could it... Could it be Frida's ghost?" they whimpered, their voices barely a whisper. I watched as their fear overtook them, Calla practically in tears.

It was small. A spark, a flicker—something so insignificant that it should never have changed his life. But it did. Nathaniel remembered the way the flames spread, slow at first, creeping along the edges of the old curtains before swallowing them whole. He remembered the thick, suffocating smoke curling toward the ceiling, the acrid scent of burning wood and fabric stinging his throat. His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest.

And it has brought them together again — one final time. A tragic, intoxicating love story set in the heart of winter — where fate, curses, and memory collide. Will love conquer the curse this time… or will the past repeat itself in blood and ruin? ✨ Coming soon: The Lycan's Flame (Book 1 Of The Eternal Bond Series)

he said quietly, “I’ll burn this city to the ground before I let them touch you.” “You won’t have to,” I whispered back. “Because I’ll burn it with you.” For the first time, he smiled. Not the weaponized smirk he used for the world, but something raw. Real. Human. And as the dawn broke again—streaking gold across the skyline—I realized something terrifying and beautiful: I wasn’t afraid anymore. Not of the Syndicate. Not of what we were becoming. Because love, when it was forged in fire, stopped being fragile. It became unstoppable.

They didn't really care who won or lost, as they were all hoping to personally witness the fabled Bryant family curse, or at least see the hideous monster that would come about if the curse wasn't lifted. … I trailed my hand slowly down William's abdominal muscles, but the sudden heat and magnitude took me aback, causing me to let out a surprised cry. "Didn't they say you're incapable in that regard, William?" William gently rested his chin on my shoulder. His tone conveyed a bit of feigned indignation while saying, "You ought to know that rumors are not to be trusted, darling. I'll use my body to prove it to you." I could feel his body burning up, and his profound blue eyes were fixed solel

When she found the inner part of my thigh, she dug her nails deep into the flesh, making me scream from the pain while tears welled in my eyes. However, I wasn't able to move my lower body, so there was no way for me to dodge or avoid her hands. "Go on. Keep on screaming at the police. Nobody else is going to pay attention to a cripple like you," she said. "Even if you were to die in the fire, other people would just say that I was just too unlucky to have married a paralyzed, good-for-nothing troublemaker like you!" It hurt so badly that I began gasping loudly for air. I turned to look at Dakota next to me and said, "Why… Dakota…"

Vivian looked into her blue eyes which looked as if they possessed the entire sky in them. "We angels are quite fragile creatures. Our hearts are intangible, unlike humans, so if we love someone, we love them thick and through and if we hate someone, we hate them thick and through. Our book is our only destiny" Fate said and took Vivian's book from her. She tore a page from it and Vivian felt immense pain in her chest. She shouted from pain and looked at Fate with her eyes, almost about to pop out. "Now you see which trouble you're in. Take good care of it" Fate said as she burned the paper between her fists as she threw the book back at Vivian "And make sure it's pages are never lost, the l

She saw the sky itself writhe. Then the flame hit. But it didn’t destroy her. Instead, it wrapped around her like a second skin, fire crawling across her arms, her chest, her womb. Her scream tore the air as she dropped to one knee, her body shaking from the force. But she wasn’t consumed. Not yet. **Not today.** The fire met something inside her. Not magic. Not will. Something *older.* Something rooted in her soul. A mother's love, forged through pain. The same force that had carried her through rejection, betrayal, and loneliness. It met the curse and *held.*