Xaden And Violet Iron Flame Novels & Stories

He smiled again, a broken thing. “Enjoy that steak for the both of us.” Then he closed his eyes, awaiting the only embrace he could have with her. And she drove the blade into his chest. Present Day · Age 18 · Redmoor Academy Sierra Vale shot upright, gasping like she’d surfaced from drowning in oil. The shadows screamed inside her head—chittering, slithering, howling in dead languages. They wanted blood. They wanted freedom. They wanted home. She gritted her teeth and scrambled for the vial under her pillow: blue glass, silver stopper, laced with nightbloom and silentroot. Her fingers trembled as she uncorked it and downed it in one gulp.

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

Before Kaelen could even draw breath, a massive, rugged blur slammed into him. Devon’s gray-green eyes flashed a feral, monstrous silver. He had the Gamma pinned against the stone wall, his broad, scarred hands wrapping around Kaelen's throat. The sound of Kaelen's windpipe straining echoed through the room. "Are you suggesting they slaughter my sister to protect their precious throne?" Devon snarled, his wolf, Fenrir, roaring just beneath his skin. The raw aura he usually suppressed leaked out, heavy enough to make the Gamma's knees buckle.

I tear myself away from Darian and when he tries to grasp me again, I scream. Heat bursts outward violently, erupting from my body in a surge I cannot control. Flames explode into the air, slamming into everything around us. Students are thrown back, their bodies hitting the ground as the force of it ripples through the field. The air warps with intensity, and for a brief moment, everything descends into chaos. Hot fear ravaged my body. I finally see Xaden through the smoke. I’m coughing relentlessly, now fallen on the floor. I feel… exhausted and drained. This power didn’t surge for me- I’m very sure. It was all Xaden’s. He’s cursed. I’m just human.

World Trees sang with the wet symphony of sex, their branches heavy with fruit that tasted of sweat and ecstasy. In the heart of the Flame Root, Vespera Voss Kane stood bathed in golden-green light, her body a living testament to the flames. The emerald constellations on her skin moved constantly, flaring brighter whenever desire surged nearby. Her three mates surrounded her, already hard and dripping with anticipation.

The attic of the old Victorian in Salem smelled of cedar, dried sage, and the sharp metallic bite of charged mercury. Moonlight poured through the tall, arched window in pale shafts, catching on the salt-and-chalk circle etched into the wide-plank floorboards. At its center stood Rowan Hale, twenty-nine, barefoot, wearing only a sheer black slip that clung to her full breasts and wide hips, the silk so thin her dark nipples showed through. Her locs hung loose down her back, threaded with tiny silver beads that glinted like stars. In her left hand she held an obsidian athame; in her right, a small copper bowl filled with her own blood, crushed night-blooming jasmine, and powdered star-anise.

“All good things, I hope.” His eyes don’t leave hers. “So I’m told.” He steps closer, bridging the space between them with effortless ease, and holds out his hand. Layla hesitates for half a heartbeat before placing hers in his. His grip is firm and warm, controlled without being crushing. She feels the strength there, contained rather than displayed. Up close, she notices the faint scar near his knuckle, the clean scent of something expensive, the way his attention seems to sharpen rather than soften at proximity.

A flame. “Don’t—” Orion had lunged forward, but it was too late. My foot touched the carved sigil in the center. The ground ignited in a ring of violet fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of recognition. Something inside me cracked wide open. My blood roared like a storm; my skin shimmered with the same strange black fire that danced in Orion’s veins. He caught me, his hands around my wrists, anchoring me. And then… something shifted. The fire spiraled between us, pulling us together in twin coils of energy, shadows and embers entwining like a heartbeat trying to sync. A rush of heat and shadow surged between us. My knees buckled. My vision blurred.

Xaden ignored her too and stepped forward till he stopped right in front of me. His hand reached out for mine in a soft grip. His touch sent a jolt through my body. At that moment, I couldn't think. I couldn't even breathe. Xaden took the pitcher from my hand and he set it down on the dinner table. Then his finger tightened around mine and he faced the room. “My mate is right here.” Mira made a strangled noise, her face twisting in rage. “What?!” Xaden brought our linked hands to his lips and gave mine a kiss. “Violet is the one the Moon Goddess chose for me.”

The pain shot through my chest as I felt new drops land down my sternum. As the wax cut through my skin, I felt lips meet the bud of my breast, licking while the burning feeling subsided. "Do you want more, baby?" "Fuck, please do anything, I need it all," I let out, pulling against the restraints. More pain circled the buds of my breasts as he poured around them, quickly transforming into pleasure. The sound of the metal hooks clinking against the four posters mixed with my loud cries, ruptured throughout the