Ruler Of The Black Flame Novels & Stories

He seized Ella's wrist with a fierce grip and yanked off the bracelet, yelling, "You don't deserve to wear anything of Lily's!" With those final words, he shoved her aside and dialed his henchman. "Book me on the earliest flight out tomorrow. I'm heading to Lily's place."

She dipped her head once, reverent. Behind them lingered others. Elias, the spell-forger who carried her when her leg was heavily wounded beneath a flaming siege. Reydan, her old lieutenant, his missing arm now replaced with an iron limb etched in protective runes. And standing at the back - Sister Nyara. The old witch had once been called Mother Flame, a name earned when she faced down a revenant swarm with nothing but a torch, a spell circle, and her own stubborn fury. Her robes were black and crimson, scorched at the hem, and her dark eyes burned with unflinching clarity.

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

“For you are not the only light returned. The woman gestured behind her, into the pit. And out of the shadows came another figure. He was tall. Dark-haired. His cloak sparkled like it was made of stars. And in his hand — another flame. Not like Serena’s. Not pure white. But blood red, not wanting to settle, as if mad. Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Who the hell is that?” The figure stepped forward, a voice like honey poured over steel. “I am Kael. “The Flame that was lost.” The flame at Serena’s shoulder flickered. For a heartbeat, it dimmed. “I was sealed below when kings chose lies over truth. I brought the old fire — rage, judgment. You bear the new — mercy, memory.” Serena stared. “So… we’re t

I let out a hollow laugh as I heard Benedict's explanation. "Benedict, spare me the nonsense. If things were really as you said, I might feel wronged, but I wouldn't be divorcing you over it. "Do you think I don't know? When a firefighter is faced with a life-or-death choice, the protocol is to save the closest person first. I was clearly nearer to you. Celestine was lagging far behind because she ran slower. Yet, you didn't even look at me—you went straight to her.

And from beneath the dais, a figure rose. It was not a wolf. It was not a man. It was a being draped in robes of ash and flame, with eyes like twin suns and a crown made of broken bone. “Who are you?” Jaxon asked, blade half drawn. “I am what came before the Moon,” it said. “What she imprisoned when she chose the wolves. I am Veyrus, the Forgotten Flame.” Racheal’s knees nearly buckled. She’d read of the Flame in forbidden texts—an ancient spirit cast out when the Moon took dominion over fate.

Main Characters: Alexander - The 25-year-old handsome and independent guy who's a workaholic. He likes working and earning money. He had a past that turned him into a narcissist. He doesn't believe in love and has commitment issues. Ellie - The Novels narrator and 23-year-old protagonist who's studying and still dependent on her family. She has been brought up in a strict family with morals and ethics. She's a day-dreamer who keeps dreaming about her prince charming and finding her true love.

“If they even still exist.” “They do,” Zevran said. “The Flamebound wouldn’t have survived otherwise.” The word hit her like a slap. “Flamebound. Draven called me that too.” Zevran nodded. “It’s what you are. The witches’ last defense. Fire given form.” Her laugh cracked. “Great. A weapon with trust issues.” “A weapon that can rewrite magic itself,” he said. “The Dominion wants to use that power to awaken the heart of the Black Moon. If they succeed, every bond in our world—wolf, Lycan, witch—will break.”

“How can we be sure?” I met his gaze steadily. “Because if it did, you’d all be ash by now.” The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut through the wind. Kael tried to hide a smirk while Storm bit back a laugh. The first councilor finally cleared her throat. “Our purpose is not to accuse Luna Elara but Astrid has known centuries of balance between its rulers and its wolves. If the flame’s return alters that…” “It won’t,” I interrupted. “The flame was never meant to rule. It was meant to protect. That’s all I intend to do.”

The air was dense, wet and burning cold. At the center hovered the black flame. It wasn't just any fire; it was something deeper. A dark essence, swirling like liquid shadow, and smoke whispering also in tongues that no living should understand. The flame pulsed, sensing Lucas and wanting him. For centuries, no creature had been bold enough to give up themselves, and claim it. Lucas stepped forward. The ground shifted beneath his feet, and echoes of voices filled the chamber. "Welcome, prince of hell." "The king of doom is here."