Rengoku Set Your Heart Ablaze Novels & Stories

“DO ME A FAVOR AND PLAY MY GAME. I NEED YOU TO SHATTER YOUR HEART INTO THREE AS YOU WILL MEET THE ORIGINAL PRINCE FROM THE WORLD OF SHINZO.” RAIDEN CROSS

His normally gray eyes blaze bright, bright blue, clashing with the orange and red in the corona around his head. His aura really is amazing. The passion, the heat—flames crackling with heat—so intense— “Jasmine!” I blink. He’s talking to me. Asking me something. Something important… because the red means — “You’re angry,” I breathe, awed by the shimmering sunset colors.

“You are the perfect radiator that melts my heart~” “Hah?” I inadvertently opened my jaw wide from the surprise. God, I don’t want to let Restia hear this. She’s the only special one to pull off such a line, right? With such a doubt lingering in my mind, I inadvertently look around. Kronos is wiping his foggy glasses with his blazer. Blaze is standing at his spot, glaring at me with his teeth gritted for some reason. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold at all, maybe it’s because he’s a fire elemental user?

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

he challenged, his hard stare poring into mine. My heart quickened under his unrelenting gaze, and I felt the tension rising in the air. I clenched my knees together tightly, desperately searching for another question to ask, to cut the air with. I felt the burn of the blush on my cheeks and the hot gaze as the Alpha's eyes trailed over my body. I could feel the arousal pricking at me, it hadn't yet fully made itself known. "Careful, little wolf," the Alpha's gruff voice warned, his words sounding breathed than normal.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

“Riya Wolfsong must surrender herself by the full moon... or we burn River Heart to the ground.” He dropped a black rose on the floor and vanished in a gust of cold wind. I stared at the rose, its petals already wilting. War was coming. And it had my name written in fire.

Blood wells hot and sweet, and the instant his fangs break flesh, the bond ignites. Power surges like a storm unleashed: golden fire races through my veins, merging with my green magic in a blaze that brands us both. A burn blooms on my skin, just above my heart, where a tattoo etches itself in glowing ink, a heart wrapped in thorns, pulsing with our shared life. I feel it mirror on him, the same mark searing into his chest, binding us eternally. The cave trembles, the Wilds sighing in approval as the seal locks into place.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, shame pricking beneath my skin. Blake set his beer down with deliberate care, his jaw tightening. “Back off, Riker.” “Just saying,” Riker said, smirk widening. His gaze didn’t leave me. In one motion, Blake straightened. He moved between us, his body a wall, his presence heavier than steel. “I said back off.” The words weren’t loud. They didn’t have to be. The weight in them silenced the air around us. Conversations faltered again, heads turning our way.