Soul Flame Novels & Stories

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

Go-eun blurted out after devouring a bottle of beer. “Twin Flames? What’s that? I think you’re reading too many comics.” “Not comics, dummy. They’re books in psychology and spirituality. Twin Flames are two souls divided into two bodies.” “Like soul mate?” “No. You can have multiple soul mates, but only one twin flame in your lifetime. You are alike in many ways but test each other more profoundly. When your energies are blended, you are a force to reckon with. And both of you have that potential.”

I feel my insides go on fire as soon as we lock eyes “How on earth? I don’t even have your number” Levi starts his evil laugh under his breath as Grace look at him seemingly for an explanation. “I may have written down Max’s number instead of mine” Shes looks between the two of us again and my hands fly up in defence. I am not going down for Levi’s sly trick. I mean as grateful as I am to of found out her name and get her number this was all on him.

She shouted "shit, its burned out" "What?? Your heart or my love? " Rakesh said so. "It's fish frying pan!" while tapping on her forehead. "If we could not quench our hunger, both of our love and hearts will burn out" she said sarcastically. "It's Good, at least we would be called mates in hunger times" Rakesh started packing his violin in black case the way any mother was treated, her child carefully with love. Payal was reading his sad face silently as some kid is sad after his toy.

"I do." Another figure, an elder cloaked in vines and flame, spoke next. "Will you purge corruption not with rage, but with clarity?" Arla-Rosa breathed, and flame spilled from her lips. "I will." A third spirit, a child, no older than Celeste, whispered, "Will you protect the balance, not just your kin?" Tears spilled from Arla’s eyes. "Yes." The spirits encircled her. A seal of flame etched itself across her back, living ink born from legacy. "Then rise, Flamebearer. And burn only what must never live."

One Soul For The Flame Damien laughed. "Go ahead." Because if you can't, everything will end. The last flash of light cleared the dust to show: Lucian moaned and struggled to get up. "Don't pay attention to him, Elara." I mean, how could I not? Damien smiled in a mean and calm way. "You protect the realms by sealing the Flame." He will get burned, though. His life is the price. The link in his blood is strong enough to close the opening. "Do you not already know this?"

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

Damien POV: I awoke with a start, my heart pounding as the remnants of a nightmare still clung to my mind. The moon's soft glow illuminated my chamber, and I sat up, rubbing my temples to dispel the haunting memories. It had been a dream about Amia—the day I stood against her, resulting in her banishment from our pack. I recalled the accusations, the anger, and the bitter taste of betrayal that had clouded my judgment.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

“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