What they all feared became the fate of realms.
The Flames of
Soulflare
Hell’s Fire Dragon Series Book 2
by La Kayshal
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romantasy
Dragons fear
prophecy, and love may be the final weapon in this dark, multi-POV Romantasy
perfect for fans of Fourth Wing and From Blood and Ash.
Feared as the harbinger of doom, Everin Haydon is stolen, broken, and reforged
by magic into a living weapon bound to a Dragon Council that calls its tyranny
justice.
Across the realms, Lord Tynan, the Demon of Darkness and Chaos, returns. His
awakening marks the coming of the three days of darkness, and he tears through
realms to reclaim what fate binds to him, the Hell’s Fire Dragon.
But one question remains. If the demon rises, where is the immortal meant to
stop him?
As the dragon world waits for divine intervention, Everin must decide whether
she remains a weapon or becomes the fate of the realms.
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Prologue:
Present Day
The moon hung quietly above Helldreth Fort, its pale glow
spilling through the tall windows and brushing the chamber with soft silver. A
cool breeze drifted in and stirred the white curtains, their edges sweeping
lightly across Everin’s skin. She pulled her silk gown closer, grateful for the
warmth of the room. It felt comforting, far more so than the terrible, dark place
she had left behind.
Her steps carried her to the mirror in the corner. The
reflection staring back looked thinner, as if her body had been carved down to
something she hardly recognized.
The neckline of her nightie dipped too low to her liking,
drawing her eye to the faint scars across her chest. The lamp light traced
their uneven lines, pale and unsettling.
She touched them gently. Everin barely remembered how or
when she got the scars.
She pulled the outer robe around her until it covered more
of her chest. At least the scars were low enough to stay hidden unless she wore
something too revealing.
A sound of footsteps behind her made her turn.
Tariel Fenwick, her first love, stood at the doorway.
Everin froze for a moment. He looked different—stronger,
more defined, more man than the boy she remembered. His dark hair rested just
above his shoulders with two thin braids at the
sides of his head, framing a face sharpened by a faint
stubble. His amber eyes, once so warm, now carried a deeper, shadowed
intensity. His shirt hung open across his chest, revealing sculpted muscle that
rose with each slow breath, and a leather gauntlet, more like an open finger
glove, hugged his left hand like a seamless extension of his skin.
Her gaze lingered longer than she meant it to. He saw that.
A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips.
She straightened quickly. “We need to talk, Tariel.”
“Yes,” he replied, approaching her, “but not now.”
“There is a lot I want to understand,” she said quietly. “So
much I don’t remember.”
“Later.” He reached her, lowering his voice. “I’ve long
waited for this moment with you.”
He stepped closer.
She stepped back.
“You waited for me?” she whispered, searching his face.
“I did,” he said. “More than you know.”
He brushed a fingertip along her arm. She stiffened but felt
a flicker of the old pull toward him, a warm memory trying to surface. Her eyes
drifted briefly to his lips, those that she had kissed in the past, before she
forced herself to look away.
His smirk deepened. “Are we shy now, Everin?” he murmured,
amusement warm in his voice.
“It has been a while,” she managed. “Things are not the
same.”
“We are,” he said, touching her jaw. “You still feel this.”
She backed away again, but he followed, closing in until she
had no space left. Her leg hit the edge of the bed. She lost her balance and
stumbled, falling backward onto the soft covers. Instantly, she pressed her
elbow into the mattress as she tried to push herself upright and pull her short
nightie into place, but she barely had a second.
By the time she braced herself, Tariel was already on the
bed. One knee pressed into the mattress, and in a swift movement, he trapped
her between his legs. His body loomed over hers, leaving her nowhere to go. His
hand slid behind her back and pulled her closer. The other moved to her neck,
his fingers settling at her pulse, firm enough to hold her from looking
away.
His control was precise and deliberate.
“Tariel—” She sucked in a breath, fear slipping into her
voice. “What are you doing?”
His lips hovered above hers, so close she could taste the
hint of warmth in each breath he released.
“You belong to me,” he whispered, his voice shifting,
deepening, curling around her like smoke. His eyes burned brighter, molten gold
spilling across the darkness of his gaze. “You always have.”
Everin’s heart thrashed in her chest. Something ancient
stared back at her through his eyes—something demanding, something claiming.
She tried to pull away. “You’re frightening me.”
He leaned closer, lips brushing the edge of her jaw. “You
love me,” he whispered.
“You always have. And you will give yourself to me again.”
His mouth dragged slowly toward hers, teasing, commanding,
his breath warm against her parted lips.
“I want you,” he said, low and certain. “I want all of you.”
“No.” Everin gasped, turning her head away as panic surged.
“Stop. You’re not—”
His fingers tightened at her neck.
He didn't stop. The Tariel she loved would have.
“I am yours,” he murmured.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Then her voice broke in a
whisper— “You’re not him. You’re not Tariel.”
The room fell silent. And everything inside her knew she was
right.
The Flames of
Darkness
Hell’s Fire Dragon Series Book 1
Harry Potter meets Fourth Wing in this clean, dual-POV teen Romantasy, where first love
collides with dragons, prophecy, and a secret that could end the world.
A hidden power. A dreaded prophecy.
When Everin Haydon discovers she’s a dragon, she’s immediately summoned to
Drakon Academy, only to learn she’s a late bloomer, unable to shapeshift, and
under the Council’s watchful eye.
Her only solace is Tariel Fenwick, a fellow late bloomer. Mocked for their
struggles, they find strength in each other, and a first love begins to bloom.
But whispers of the Hell’s Fire Dragon, the Feared One, destined to awaken the
Demon of Chaos, loom over them.
Will their fragile love survive when the evil they fear may live inside the
person they love?
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La Kayshal is an Australian writer of romance, YA, and
children's fantasy novels. She lives with her husband, daughter, and a playful
Malshi puppy in the coastal plains of the Sunny State.
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