Soul Flame Novels & Stories

Although I could never stop wondering how it felt to get them, since he couldn’t… you know, feel anything. He tilted his head. “Come here.” Come. Here. Those two words were very simple, but when put together… When HE put them together, it felt like he was casting a spell on me. My feet moved before my brain could even catch up. But those words didn’t compare to what he had called me when he was fucking me upstairs. ‘Seelenflamme.’ The word had not stopped echoing in my mind. Alaric had quite literally called me his soul flame, and not only that, but he had told me he was terrified that I would leave since there was no time clause in the contract.

“You want to test me again?” Their voices echoed together, like a chant from the past. “Not a test for strength. But for control. The God’s flame lies in your blood, but your soul is still human. Balance it, or burn.” Rayden exhaled. The heat in the air burned his lungs. “In that case, I’ll burn my own soul before you ever get the chance.”

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

It turned around in shock, curling in on itself behind the Dragon's Altar as it trembled, not daring to show its head. At the same time, Angie's soul sensed the terrifying aura as well. She let out a cry of terror, losing all hope. Wilbur waved a hand, and Angie's soul drifted toward the formation. Just as it touched the pale flame, a high-pitched wail of agony rang through the air. The red ball of light that was Angie's soul turned in the flames as she wailed as if she had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil. Wilbur smirked coldly. "Have fun. I guess it was worth the spiritual energy to summon the Earthly Flame."

But now that hope appeared in front of them, even though it was a little hard to believe. "It's so easy if I have spiritual flame, but I don't have it. Tell you what, I can keep this poison in check for a month and I'll be here every month for a year. Once I get spiritual flame, curing it will be a little problem" Xiao Long said. Spiritual flame has pure natural energy, so it's a good match for removed poisons, especially since Xiao Long has methods that enhance its effectiveness.

It was a tender breeze that cradled the echoes of long-forgotten lives, each gust whispering secrets of those who once walked this hallowed ground. Her fingers lingered over a new sigil etched into her palm, its sharp lines and intricate curves stark against her skin. This mark had been born from the fierce blaze she had summoned weeks earlier—a unique flame that felt alive with potential. It wasn’t soul-fire, devoid of warmth or purpose, nor was it Hollow, a shadow of existence. No, this was something far rarer; she had chosen to call it the Silver Flame, though its true nature remained shrouded in mystery. Yet, as she took each step on this sacred soil, she felt the gentle hum resonating f

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

"I will burn my soul to ash to forge a cage for this abomination." It was Soul-Fire. The Alpha's final, forbidden sacrifice. "No!" I reached out to stop him. "Don't do it!" But he had already begun to burn his wolf. A golden flame erupted from his body, rising to meet the dark god's destructive attack.

For some reason, that last sentence stung a little. On the side, Seer Esthenel suddenly murmured in a low, raspy voice, “The fire… it flickers. Your flame is weak, child of fire. Your wolf craves its missing light.” My breath hitched. “What does that mean?” Beta Rohan looked uncomfortable, but Seer Esthenel smiled faintly. “You’ve lost balance. The fire within you is fading because it no longer burns beside its moon. But fear not, for you shall find your second chance mate before the third full moon.”

“There are rules to breaking rules. This one will serve—under watch.” They lifted a hand. A mark of black fire seared itself into Avery’s palm. Avery gasped, falling to their knees, the burn sinking into their bones like branding iron. When they looked down, the sigil pulsed faintly—twisting lines that seemed alive, curling into a shape they couldn’t comprehend. The central figure’s many-toned voice echoed. “Welcome, fledgling. You are soulbound now. Fail again, and we will feed your remains to the Wraiths.”