Soul Flame Novels & Stories

"Don't get too cocky, Thomas!" I sidestepped just in time, and the water splashed harmlessly onto the floor. Disgusted by his antics, I retaliated, flinging my own cupful of water right at his face. He yelped like a soaked pup caught in the rain. "I'd love to see if Yvonne would stick with you if you were useless, Thomas!" His eyes blazed with spite, his rage flaring up in the flickering firelight. Out of nowhere, he lunged, trying to shove me into the stove. I teetered, nearly toppling over from the force.

"You need a seed. The Genesis Flame. A spark of pure creation so profound that it naturally pushes back nothingness. Not through violence, but through existence so real that unreality cannot touch it. It will grow if nurtured with continued choice, love, creativity, and life." From the fountain, a flame emerged. It was light and fire and something beyond both. Looking at it hurts, but in a good way, like staring at the sun. "But there is a price," the Wellspring said. "You must carry it back through the Void. The Flame's existence will clash violently with nothingness. Every moment will be agony for whoever bears it." "I'll carry it," Aaron said immediately. "I'm Ascended. I heal fast. I can

We move faster. Her voice rises, breaks, shatters as she screams my name. That sound undoes me. I drive her higher, faster, until she’s trembling, crying out, clawing at me like she can’t survive another second without release. When she falls apart beneath me, it’s violent, breathtaking, her whole body convulsing, every muscle clenching tight. I follow her over the edge, groaning against her throat, spilling into her with a force that leaves me shaking. For a moment, there’s nothing but heat, the thundering of our hearts, the wild, reckless satisfaction of having her again.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

The words settled in the centre of her chest and stayed there. She forced herself to look back at the wall. “Tell me what the text says. The writing around the border.” For a moment he said nothing. Then he began to recite, not translating but speaking from memory, the words worn smooth from years of repetition. “The flame does not choose a hand. It chooses a soul. No force of will, no act of theft, no cleverness of mind can hold what belongs to its vessel. The vessel will come in borrowed skin, from a borrowed world, carrying grief the flame already knows. She will not understand what she carries or what she is. She will arrive frightened and furious, completely unable to be controlled.”

A few days later, Severin sat on a rocking chair in his courtyard while studying the Spiritual Flame Guidebook. The book meticulously detailed the appearance and traits of various spiritual flames. "The Fire of Nine Ghosts is ranked twentieth on the spiritual flame list and thrives in locations steeped in the aura of the netherworld. Its defining feature lies in its ability to incinerate practitioners' primal spirit, as well as confer certain unique effects in alchemy." "Southbright Blaze is ranked nineteenth on the spiritual flame list. It flourishes where there is heptagold energy, and its unique attribute allows it to consume all things without suffering any side effects. Some practitione

His grey eyes wide, his face open and gaping, as he couldn't believe what he saw. Vibrant, white hot flame engulfed and surrounded Sephora in a blazing maelstrom. The solid stone walls glowing red hot from the unbearable intensity of the flame. Sephora had fallen to her hands and knees, trembling, the shadows unable to touch her as she burned brighter than iron from a forge. Her hazel eyes, now simmering with pure gold. Fire. Her Soulborn power, was fire.

Syra spoke softly, watching me closely. I closed my eyes briefly. “There was so much occuring when I reached Gabe’s lands,” I explained, opening my eyes to look at her. Syra gave me an understanding look before speaking. “The Sacred Flame is a powerful force that resides inside of you, Evelina. It cannot be commanded or summoned at will. It emerges when your heart is filled with the purest love and the deepest compassion for those around you. Only then can it be unleashed in its full glory. It’s a flame born from your emotions and fueled by your will to protect,” Syra explained seriously.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.