Xaden Iron Flame Novels & Stories

His body betrayed him in subtle ways — weight shifting forward, fingers curling unconsciously. Xander’s gaze dropped. “Don’t,” Zade whispered. Xander’s voice was rough. “I’m not touching you.” “You don’t have to,” Zade replied. “You’re already too close.” Xander closed his eyes for a moment, jaw clenched tight, like he was restraining something feral. When he opened them again, his control was razor-thin. “This,” Xander said, “is why Ironclad is dangerous.” Zade’s voice trembled. “Because it puts us in rooms like this?”

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

My legs were entirely spent. "Mama." The voice was a tiny, ragged whisper. I forced my head up. We were at the rim. The First Flame was not just a pillar. It was a massive, ancient crater in the center of the peak, overflowing with liquid, golden light. It was a geyser of pure, unadulterated creation magic. The sled was resting mere feet from the edge of the crater. Valen was sitting up on Ashren’s chest. The boy was shaking violently. The purple light beneath his skin was flashing in frantic, erratic bursts. He looked at the massive pool of golden fire, his golden eyes wide with a desperate, instinctual hunger.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

They are breathtaking. Finally, the taxi arrives and I thank them both for waiting for me. As I reach out to open the door Max does as well. As soon as his hand is over mine intense sparks shoot up my arm and I gasp. He immediately pulls his hand away from me as his eyes go wide. “Sorry he mutters”. What the hell was that, did he just shock me? I look back at him as I pull the door open as soon as our eyes meet I feel a flutter deep down in my core and my heart rate picks up again. It’s not fear doing it this time though, it’s desire.

Azrael reasoned and waves her right hand where a silver band ring is placed on her index finger. “If you wanted to know what it feels, of course, it’s a hell of torture,” Nae answered sarcastically and glances over her right shoulder where Azrael touched, the burn was now gone but the pain when it touches was too much to handle. Nae pointed to Azrael, “That’s made of Adamas.” Azrael shrugged because she can’t keep her laughter and said nothing.

Once we got inside the elevator the moment the doors closed he pressed the top floor then proceeded to cover my eyes with his hands and they were warm, I could feel us going up all the way to the top but most importantly I could feel the warmth of his breath I could hear his calm breathing from behind me I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck go wild. Before I knew it, we had finally stopped once the elevator doors opened, and while still covering my eyes, he led the way. It was only a couple of steps from the elevator, but I felt a little colder wind and immediately shivered, and yet Danny was still warm. “Are you ready?” Danny asked. I shook my head yes, and not long after, he remov

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.