Soul Flame Novels & Stories

Sylvia reached out and slapped Liam hard on the cheek, causing the frenzy to seem to stop. Liam looked deeply into Sylvia's eyes with an expression of undisguised madness. He continued to lower his head, sucking on Sylvia's nipples, bit by bit, causing her to cry out in pain. "You're crazy, you bastard! Let me go." "Call me Liam… hurry up." Liam whispered into Sylvia's ear, hot breath blowing in Sylvia's ear. "No…" "I said you call me Liam..." "You're crazy. I'm not Ariel, your girlfriend, let go of me! You're getting the wrong person." Sylvia struggled frantically under Liam.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

He said softly, patting her shoulder while looking into her eyes. He leaned closer to her, inhaling her intoxicating scent as if she were his oxygen. His hand clutched her slim waist while another hand was making patterns on her thigh, creating a tickling sensation in her. She looked into his amber eyes. There's something about that gaze of his, which she'll never find in another man. As if at that moment, their souls have made a bridge. That's all she ever needed to connect. A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity.

As if she is confused and fighting her thoughts. Soren tosses the warriors into the air like ragdolls and punches a few more, sending them flying back. Nadia screams again, sending the wolves and Lycans onto their knees again, clutching their heads and ears. We take the opportunity to retreat. I hesitate as I don’t want to leave my blood flame, but she keeps trying to kill me. I don’t know why, as blood flames are soul mates and meant to love each other for eternity. Leaving her behind would also be deadly to both of us as we would begin to burn up and eventually die if apart too long. It’s not normal for blood flames to be apart.

Ben finally found the sack of seeds stored in the ship’s hold and brought it to the deck, where the dragon stood. They were a fascinating flower seeds and had to make sure that they were kept away from any exposure to rain. Extraordinarily, these plants wouldn’t flower in any season. Water could even damage their seeds. Only one element could make them thrive and bloom - dragon fire. Therefore, they were given the name fire dandelions.

Legends call it the soul of fire itself. Forged in the breath of the last true dragon and quenched in the blood of the first hybrid queen, the Flame of Virelith was never merely a weapon. It was will made manifest. A fire that thought. A force that remembered. A hunger that judged. It had no fixed shape. No true form. It chose whom it would bind itself to, and those it rejected, were reduced to ash.

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.