Stars Flame Novels & Stories

I couldn’t kill Eagle, for his sake. “My, my; you are full of conflicting thoughts” Flame breathed, releasing my face, but grinding his boot into my tail “first, you want to kill Stripes, but now you don’t. You wanted to murder Eagle in the worst way possible, but now you can’t bear to do it because of someone else. You rescue and love me, but then you dump me the moment I am not of use to you. You came here as Moon, but now you only answer to Omen. Well, I can change all of that. All we need to do is remove the tail.” A yelp escaped my lips as Flame put all of his weight onto my tail. I could feel his boot crushing the individual bones into the gravel underneath, spearing through my soft sk

My hands shook a little as I placed the ring on his finger. "Now to share the flame." Stoic continued, but I had no idea what he was talking about. Stoic looked at Nate, and Nate gave him a nod. A permission to do something. I watched intently as Stoic placed his hand on Nate's chest and pulled out a purple flame from him. I had never seen such a thing. "This flame represents love, passion, life, and commitment. Now they will be tied, sharing everything in life." Stoic split the flame in two; they were much smaller apart than together. Stoic then shoved one half of the flame in Nate and the other in myself. I felt odd for a moment, just for one moment.

Fire filled the sky. Elara raised hers. Silver light collided with the flames. The impact sent a shockwave across the academy. The Creator of Flame frowned. “You cannot defeat me.” Elara gritted her teeth. “I don't need to defeat you.” The silver light spread around Lyra. “I only need to stop you from controlling us.” The fire suddenly disappeared. The Creator stumbled. “What did you do?” “I changed the rules.” Elara's symbol glowed. The Creator of Flame stared at her in horror.

“But how do I fight him if she stands in the way?” Liam didn’t answer. He simply reached over and held her hand. Elsewhere, The Heart of Fire The Flamefather stood before a burning table, maps sprawled across it. A younger emissary entered, trembling. “My lord… they’ve united.” The Flamefather didn’t move. “Of course they did.” “She has a name now. Ember.” At this, the Flamefather laughed, a sound like crackling bones. “Good,” he whispered. “Now she has something to lose.”

That was hers. She clung to it. Fed it every ounce of fear, anger, love, and desperation she had. And slowly, the spark grew. White fire bloomed in her chest, rushing through her veins until her whole body glowed beneath her skin. Her eyes snapped open, blazing with silver-white flame. The hybrids staggered back as the campfire roared higher, drawn into her glow. The storm above parted in a perfect circle, revealing a sky streaked with alien constellations.

“She’s going to try to burn Drake Industries to the ground.” Evelyn swallowed hard. “Then we’d better build our defense.” That evening, Evelyn sat alone in the townhouse kitchen, watching the flame of a candle flicker against the counter’s edge. The scent of rosemary hung in the air, one of Celeste’s homemade oil blends, delivered in a silver vial with a handwritten note that read: For clarity. You’ll need it soon. She turned the vial over in her fingers. Celeste Drake hadn’t just accepted her and Alexander’s secret marriage. She’d embraced it quiet but powerfully. She was the first person who hadn’t asked Evelyn to prove her worth to belong.

The fog was alive, swirling around me, and I realized with a jolt that this was the blight itself. I had to do something. I reached deep inside myself, searching for the power I knew was there. The flame of Hestia, the gift that had been passed down through generations. I could feel it flickering inside me, waiting to be unleashed. With a deep breath, I let it out, allowing the warmth to spread through me. The fog recoiled, hissing as the flames began to burn it away. But then I saw it—a figure, monstrous and twisted, surrounded by the fog. It turned its hollow eyes on me and let out a bone-chilling scream. “Leave!” it roared, its voice echoing in my mind.

“You called the Moon’s flame.” The words hit me like a spark. I blinked, trying to understand. “The Moon’s flame? But that’s just a legend,” I murmured, shaking my head weakly. “A story about the goddess’s chosen heir—the one who could command both light and shadow.” Damian leaned closer, his eyes searching mine. “It’s no story anymore, Selena. The flame answered you.” He looked down at my trembling hands, where faint silver sparks still danced.

He reached out to grab me, but the neighbors stepped in and stopped him. Out of options, he pulled out the bracelet, hoping it would stir something inside me. "Lily, I need to give this back to you." I snatched the bracelet and hurled it to the ground, shattering it. "Simon, everything you give me, even your love, feels so cheap." I sneered at his pale, defeated face. "You can be cheap, but I won't let myself be devalued." He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me."

Darius didn't even have time to scream as he was propelled backward, his armor melting into his skin, crashing through the heavy oak doors of the barracks. Then she turned to Alaric. The High Alpha drew his sword, his eyes wide with a frantic, cornered terror. “Stay back! I am a Lord of the Ridge! You cannot-” “I am the First Flame,” Freya interrupted, her voice a death sentence. She didn't use a blade. She simply raised her hands, and the very air around Alaric turned to plasma. A vortex of fire swirled around him, a cage of sun-fire that cut off the oxygen and turned the cobblestones beneath him into molten glass.