Rekindling Old Flames Novels & Stories

It feels like he is withholding information from me. But… f*ck yes I unlocked my full magic! I can feel it humming through my entire body. ‘Yiiiiiha! Now that you have unlocked your magic, we can go back to blood moon and burn the pack down to the ground! What do you say?’. Ares cheers, as happy as I am with this new development. ‘I say you are a pyro’. I retort, before being pulled back to the present conversation.

She had sworn never to trust again after the betrayal she had endured at the hands of Damien and Lily, her once-dear friends from her old pack. As the days passed, the ache in her heart deepened, and with it came a stirring of something darker—a longing for revenge. Amia's fingers trailed over the well-worn pages of a book she had kept hidden—a collection of revenge plans and tricks she had meticulously crafted over the past five years.

Maybe I can slip back into my old life, pretend none of this ever happened. I take a steadying breath and step forward. The darkness swallows me whole, pressing in from all sides like a living thing. I murmur, “Incendia.” Flames flicker to life all at once, filling the cave with a warm, flickering glow. My breath catches in my throat as the cave is revealed before me.

The old texts called it the Binding Flame—a ritual older than the Vale itself. A last resort, meant to shackle what could not be tamed. Maxim had read the words by moonlight, the edges of the parchment scorched as if fire itself had tried to erase the warning. Only the soul willing to burn can command the blaze.

He got a few hits along the way, but stood strong and pushed the halo further. The thing about projecting your inner fire while rebirthing is that if you push it too far, there’s no fire left inside you. It’s the logic of the spark: you can reignite any flame if there’s at least one spark left. It will take time and effort, but it can be done. If you have none, you simply can’t restart the fire.

“The world dies no matter what we do. I only want to rebuild it from the ashes.” The bond between us pulsed again, stronger, hungrier. I could feel the tug deep in my chest, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. My own fire reacted instinctively, flaring bright against the darkness. Aaron lifted his hand. Shadows curled around his wrist like living tendrils. “You can’t fight it forever. The fire doesn’t belong to you alone. It remembers me.” “Then let it remember,” I said, summoning the flame within me. It erupted in a blaze of gold and crimson, swirling around me like wings. “Because I’m not her. I’m not the first flame—and I won’t make her mistake.”

"This phase." "And the third." He looked at her steadily. "The ignition. The moment the rekindling uses the stone's full power for the first time. Not the fire, not the healing warmth. The restoration function. The one the stone was made for." "What does it feel like," she said. "The ignition." "The records describe it as…" he paused, considering his translation, "...as coming home. Every account, across three thousand years, every documented rekindling attempt, the ones that failed and the one partial success, they all use the same word. Home."

I don't know but it burns bright hot. He returns the kiss with an even hotter passion, and I moan, feverish with naked lust. It ignites easily between us like a kindling match. Then it roars into a furnace and I burn. I burn for him. So bright, it is a wonder I haven't burned out yet. I doubt I ever would. He would never let me. He would always rekindle me. As I would him. I moan into his mouth, I let the quilt around my waist fall. I had put on my jeans earlier but it wouldn't pose any resistance to this.

I gathered all the remaining strength and closed my eyes. With a steady yet passionate voice, I whispered, "I will bind our souls together again." "I'll take you back." Hot and violent, the Crimson Flame blazed to life in my chest. From me, the flames encircled Killian's corpse. His own body shuddered, as though the warmth were resisting the chill that had seized hold of him. I wasn't scared, though. I couldn't be. I mashed my forehead against his, and the flame inside me surged, roaring with power. Once again, the fire connected our souls as it twisted around us in spirals. Hotter than ever, it burned, but I wouldn't back down.

Convincing her to rest awhile could provide opportunity for us to speak privately again, gently stoking the embers beginning to glow once more between us. I knew now the spark of our union yet lived. I need only keep faith through these trials to rekindle it into cleansing, glorious flame once more.