Stars Flame Novels & Stories

“Merge with me, True Flames, and reveal the power of Brimstone.” “Combination Technique: Brimstone of True Flames” *SCREEE*

“I’ve never seen them before.” “Well,” the vampire said, “at least now we know the silver flames are part of the prophecy—and that they can be helpful. More importantly, we know you need to be present in the real world for the upcoming war.” Charlotte leaned in, urgency sharpening her voice. “Do you know anything more about the silver flames... and the prophecy?” The vampire nodded. “The Silver Flame is extremely rare. It’s called the ‘Fire of Death.’ It’s a manifestation of one’s own power, usually surfacing when the person is ready to shed their current body and move into another.”

I do love the guy, after all. I can still feel Storm trying to comfort his sister. It's sweet. I know Flame adores her brother, but right now she's a little distracted by a certain dragon. She keeps cooing in my head... No, that's not right. She's singing! She's singing to the water dragon. It's cute. I think she enjoys being in Lee's arms as much as I do.

And when Sasha Forster, the female Beta who was gifted with flames, finally positioned herself in both of them… Nothing can stop her now as she unleashed herself upon both of the Alphas with no mercy.

💦Ash and Desire💦 “Move or we both burn,” the stranger growled, yanking me hard against his chest as glowing sparks rained down from the night sky. Mount Etna was throwing another tantrum tonight. Ash and embers drifted on the wind while I stood frozen on the narrow volcanic path, camera still raised like an idiot. I’d come alone for the perfect midnight shots of the lava glow against the stars. Bad decision. Strong arms wrapped around me as the ground trembled. “This way. Now.”

“What did it show you?” Emma stared into the flame. “Everything it could steal.” Long stepped forward. “And did it?” Emma looked up, voice steady. “No.” --- The Flame’s Gift The White Flame descended into a channel at the center of the room. The pedestal hummed, then locked into place. A thin beam of soft fire laced through the runes in the floor and connected to the Heartfurnace conduit map etched into the stone. Sarah gasped. “It’s giving us more than memory. It’s giving us protection against unmaking. It’s rewriting the wards around Sterling Creek.”

After some time, The aroma of sizzling steak filled the apartment, warm and inviting. Aiden stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms as he worked with ease. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, giving him a casual yet irresistibly charming look. He plated the perfectly cooked steak, adding a garnish with a flourish, a smirk playing on his lips. Leo was already started having his dinner . “Dinner is served,” he murmured to himself, just as Amira appeared in the doorway.

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.”

Malia Placing the flowers on Sebastion's tombstone I sat down from across after laying a blanket on the grass and began holding my necklace. "Hey bash, I'm sorry for not coming by sooner I was supposed to come a couple of weeks ago but you know me, I was so tired I mistakenly slept all day" I chuckled "I ended up going to the club that same night and ended up leaving with someone, I couldn't tell you who he was because I don't even know but I do remember him having a tattoo on his chest. It was pretty cool actually; it was an angel with burning wings falling. But anyway, my last day at Firehouse 12 was the other day, I start at the new station tomorrow as the head paramedic, apparently, I wa

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.