Twin Flames 222 Novels & Stories

, he asked, so anxious to know if it was the network that was breaching all these while. "Hi handsome, I was lost in the fantasy of your voice, honestly, your voice can calm down a heavy storm and it becomes still. Don't you think you should consider becoming a singer?" She ended her long talk as both burst into great laughter. You know this situation whereby two lovers are making ecstasy out of their talks and feelings. As if they could see the love inside, as if they could see themselves in ecstasy. Most times, listening to themselves gives them the inspiration to carry on with the feelings.

"Just admit it, he's an ass...." "Yet you wanted me back with him." I said and she shrugged. I was hoping to put her out of her attack. "Lets say, you two deserve each other." My voice got caught up in my throat and I blinked severally having not expected such blunt remark from Cassandra. "I mean it in a good way, trust me Thea." She said seeing my reaction. She looked like I had misunderstood her. "I can't imagine the both of you with any other person. Have you seen yourselves in the mirror at the same time? You two are a twin flame and I predict a power couple in the next few years." She said.

“Marlena and I can't bring him back without you.” “Bring him back?” I choked out the words. Oh goddess! It’s that bad, but I would do anything if there is the slightest chance of saving him. I sniffed and gulped down my emotions. “Okay. Whatever it takes. What can I do?” “We’re going to try using the twin flame concept,” Luna Sianna said, her voice desperate yet determined. My wet lashes blinked. “That’s a myth.” “Actually, it’s rare but very real,” Marlena imparted from the floor. “And you’re his.”

“Time to make it official.” Alexander dimmed the lights inside, leading them to the master bedroom. Candles flickered, casting golden glows across the massive bed. A bottle of massage oil waited on the nightstand, scented with lavender and sandalwood. They undressed slowly, savoring each reveal. Luca’s new rings caught the light as he helped strip the twins, fingers lingering on scars and muscles he knew by heart. Emotion choked him—the weight of their commitment, the depth of their love.

“You're not acting like her, Briana. You can't even flash a small smile and your eyes tell it all that you are mourning.” She gave me her dark sharp eyes. “Remember, Briana. You stepped into your twin's life. Look around,” she said as we both waved our gazes at the people around us. “It might not be obvious, but they are all watching you and Theodore. You must be careful if you want to make this work.”

It was a bond that had flourished between the two of us as we spent time together getting to know each other, realizing that we shared broken souls. “Shawn, the Moon Goddess didn’t send me to you.” I told him and he shook his head and said, “Don’t say that. I feel the bond between us.” “That’s what I mean. You aren’t my mate sent to me by the Moon Goddess or else it would be severed. Shawn, you are my twin flame mate.” I explain to him, and he looks at me confused when he asks, “A what mate?” “You’re my mate in my witch form.” I now tell him, and he looks at me even more confused.

“We end this now!” His eyes find mine and I know he understands. We lock hands, our fire, spreading from our hands up our arms and on until it engulfs our entire bodies. Now we’re not just shooting flames. We are the flames. Twin Flames. We walk forward, burning everything in front of us. Sharp spikes continue to sprout up but we turn them to ash before they are taller than stubs. Then suddenly, a piercing howl rents the air. It’s a deep, guttural sound and I know without a doubt Mason is here.

My eyes scanned the text, and I felt Eryndra translating it for me even as she read: “The twin flames shall burn bright from their first breath, a beacon calling across realms and through curses. But in their burning, they shall draw all manner of darkness to themselves. For the first cycle of five years, while their spirits sleep and their power remains unshielded, they will be vulnerable to forces both ancient and new. Every supernatural being within a thousand leagues will feel their presence, some drawn to worship, others to destroy, but all unable to resist the call. The mother who bears them must shield them with more than strength. She must shield them with absence, with silence, with

"She gave me this. The original prophecy. Not the version everyone quotes." I read the faded words, written in a language that shouldn't have made sense but did: *When the twin flames dance as one, when silver and rainbow cease to run, the choice will not be who must burn, but whether fire helps them learn. For phoenix flames can bring rebirth, or they can scorch the very earth. The path depends not on their power, but on the choices in their hour.* "It was never about one of us dying," I whispered. "It was about both of us choosing who we wanted to be." Nova took the paper back, tucking it away. "You chose to be both phoenix and wolf, fire and earth, destroyer and protector. But I haven't c

I said to her. "D-don't, don't come near me. We might both disappear from this world." She smiled and said. "Please, Dave, take good care of my twin children. They're still young and need guidance from you. If, if we both disappear, what will happen to them? My parents, don't leave them behind. I can't take it anymore. Luna, please tell Sky thank you for everything. He's in charge of Black Angel now. And thank you to you, too, and our colleagues. Goodbye to all of you. Remember this, Dave, I still love you. Goodbye," she said, then broke the branch she was holding on to with one hand.