O Flame Cleanse Me Novels & Stories

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.

She had been Caelum’s lover once, and when he brought me up to Olympus, she had been the loudest voice against it. She glanced at Nia in my arms, her brow drawing in slightly, like she’d caught the smell of something unclean. “So this is the cursed child? It’s true, then. Mortal blood is too foul. It’s polluted the divine bloodline into this.” She turned to me with pity and contempt layered on her face, and she gave a soft laugh that crawled up my spine. “Caelum sent me. I can use divine flame to cleanse the curse from the child.”

“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.

“Come with me! Let our climax be the first law of a new reality!” >>T-minus 1 minute. Cleansing Burn initiated. Back on the Oubliette, the fusion cores went critical. A wave of pure energy, designed to vaporize everything, erupted from the station's heart, rushing outwards through the corridors. It reached the containment cell. And it met Lyra’s will. In their shared, cosmic space, Kaelen saw it. The Cleansing Burn was not fire; it was a wave of absolute nothingness, a sterile, gray non-existence meant to erase them. It roared towards them, the final, desperate act of a small and fearful world.

" 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.