O Flame Cleanse Me Novels & Stories

“What did it show you?” Emma stared into the flame. “Everything it could steal.” Long stepped forward. “And did it?” Emma looked up, voice steady. “No.” --- The Flame’s Gift The White Flame descended into a channel at the center of the room. The pedestal hummed, then locked into place. A thin beam of soft fire laced through the runes in the floor and connected to the Heartfurnace conduit map etched into the stone. Sarah gasped. “It’s giving us more than memory. It’s giving us protection against unmaking. It’s rewriting the wards around Sterling Creek.”

I was almost there and i could feel it. Someone barged in. "Holy fuck heather! What do you think you're doing?" Kim jaw dropped as he stared blankly at me. Closing his eyes with the files in his hands, he moved forward. "Imagine someone else came in here and saw you looking like this? What do you think would have happened? A blackmail for sure." He reprimanded me. I sighed as i adjusted myself. This was the one time i was almost so close. "Well, he or she will be welcomed to join me." I smiled seductively, approaching him. "You know you're free to look now right? I was almost so close to climaxing-"

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

“The name awakens when the house welcomes the Guardian back. The flame listens beneath the roots. The final door will open where the wolf found the human.” The lake. The border. Crescent. Arsel took my hand. “The Flame?” asked Selene. Bless closed her eyes. “That’s the name our mothers avoided saying.” Amelie looked at the fairies. “We know her as the Soul-less Weapon.” “That’s the name the witches gave her after they locked her away,” explained Bless. “The forest records call it the Purifying Flame.” “The Flame doesn’t burn flesh first,” the fairy continued. “It burns the divine mark within existence. All supernatural power comes from a pact, a god, a core, or an ancient root. The Flame rec

The Celestial Flame moved for me. Golden fire spread across the battlefield like sunlight after a storm. The ice beneath Frost's feet melted instantly. Ash's inferno vanished. The tidal waves collapsed into harmless streams. Even the shadows surrounding the fourth General began to dissolve. "What is this power?" he roared. "The power of balance," Orion answered, rising to his feet. "The Flame restores what darkness corrupts." Wesley appeared beside me. His silver eyes widened as he looked at the golden markings now glowing across my arms.

The wooden desk, piled high with strategic analyses I had written. The map on the wall, every mark drawn by my own hand. And the ever-blooming snow lotus on the bedside table. Our token of love. I walked to the center of the tent and summoned a ceremonial flame. A blue fire danced in my palm. "You want a clean break?" I whispered to the ghosts of our past. "Fine. We'll make it a clean burn." I tossed the flame onto the pyre of our past. The desk caught fire. The map curled into ash. The snow lotus glowed one last time before it was consumed.

I intoned, my voice gaining strength from the power uncoiling inside me, “I summon thee, Lunar Flame. Purge the darkness. Burn away the shadow that devours us all.” Agony flared, but it was nothing compared to the silvery fire that erupted from my wounds. It wreathed my body in ethereal flames, cool as moonlight yet hotter than any inferno around us. The pain ebbed as the power filled me, knitting my fraying life force just enough. I rose unsteadily, the silvery aura crackling around me like living armor, illuminating the ruined street in ghostly light.

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

"You must be cleansed so your human half can find peace." Cleansed. There was that word again. I suddenly had an image, one Mom planted in my head, and my heart flopped over. Didn't she say they burned witches at the stake? Oh crap. Time to cut and run. I raised my hands to attack him. Rules or no rules, I was not sticking around to let him tie me to a post and set me on fire like a good little girl. No way. But as I focused on him, he gestured again and white powder flew from his hand. It drifted through my shield easily, meant to block paranormal energy, not physical matter. It clouded around my head, forming a shimmering haze I had no choice but to inhale.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.