Flameheart or the Formidable Phoenix to those who know him is a twenty-seven-year-old billionaire. To many, he is cold, ruthless, and goal driven but to the few who know him, they only see determination and strong willpower. What no one knows is how he was once a poor orphan roaming the streets, barely having any food. How someone targeted him and used him as a pawn in their evil plan to bring down the country's beauty queen. The daughter of the richest merchant the great Sunshine City.Those who targeted him knew very well that he was just an orphan who no one would miss if he were to disappear but neither him nor they had any knowledge of his other identity. He is actually an orphaned werewolf who turned out to be a late bloomer. Athena Milano was not only the most sort after bachelorette of the city but the most intelligent belle in the whole country. The unsuspecting young lady was abducted and drugged and left locked up in a rundown downtown inn with a scrawny-looking young fellow. The two of them under the effects of the drug were left with no choice but to rely on each other to ease their discomfort. Flameheart, then known as Dale Flemming, vowed never to be weak again and to one day look for this great beauty and protect her. Whereas Athena wanted nothing but to forget this ordeal and this rugged, hungry-looking young man. She vowed to hunt down everyone involved and exact her revenge. Follow these diverse characters as they journey through life. One driven by the need for revenge and one driven by the desire for strength and reaching greater heights. One rises from the ashes like a Phoenix whereas one forges her own identity after being disowned.
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This guy has taken the business world by a storm. Everywhere I go, everyone and every news outlet out there, sings of his praises. I have since distanced myself from the corporate world and I have no desire to go back. I was not dubbed 'the genius kid' for nothing. As long as I set my heart on something, I achieve it. Since that fateful day, seven years ago, I decided to change everything about the old me. I left the corporate world and ventured into art. After three years, I made a name for myself. My paintings were highly sought after by the rich and famous. Undoubtedly, I am the wealthiest artist alive. I have made it my habit to stay out of the limelight though. Although many know my name, few know my face. I will show up only when the time is right. My twin babies come first. I need them to grow far away from the conceited and vicious life of the wealthy. Although they came into this world because of others' wickedness, I vowed to love and fiercely protect them, the day I held them in my arms. How they came into this world is a story that left me with a sensitive sore in my heart, that neither time nor age, has managed to heal. After all was done, I discovered that it was a ploy to oust me from the family. Forged by my mother and my siblings. When I confronted my mother, she threw another bombshell that left me shattered. I was not her daughter and my mother died two weeks after I was born! Although it explained her attitude towards me, it did not make it hurt any less. My father could not care less, no matter how much I tried to explain things to him. He was angry and chose to believe the so-called evidence, the twins presented to him. How it came to be was none of his concern. He disowned me and left me with nothing. But now, I am someone and I am sure my status in the world surpasses his by leaps and bounds. However, I am not going to leave them alone. I have given them ample time to enjoy their peace. I am going to strip them of everything and they will feel how much it hurts to be left with nothing. "Mommy, look at that guy's eyes. Does he not look so much like my brother?" My little girl, Sapphire, brings me back to the present when she pounces on me. She is holding her tablet and she shows me a video. I scrutinize the guy being flanked by bodyguards and dogged by reporters. Indeed his features resemble my son's but in a subtle way. I shudder as I recall the day when my world came crumbling down. I was just three months shy of eighteen, when all that happened. Although I had vowed to never look back, fate had other plans for me. Not only did my trauma leave me with kids as a constant reminder, but the poor young man also left me with an unusual bite mark on my neck. No matter what I do, it always makes me remember him. I do not hate him because he was as much a victim as I was. I have tried to forget him but his words have haunted me since then. "I am sorry that you had to lose your chastity to a loser like me. But I am making a promise to you today. If they do not kill me, I will return and I will protect you. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I will become so strong that I will reach the very pinnacle of power. By then, all these people who have hurt and humiliated you, will kneel and beg you for forgiveness. Give me ten years. If you do not hear from me, then know that they have killed me. Whatever you do, wait for me. Even if it is the last thing I do, I will hold on to life. Remember my name. Dale Flemming. Even if I change it, I will make it so that you will remember me. I will rise from the ashes." That is the last thing that poor boy had to say to me before he was taken away. Whether they killed him or not, I will never know. One thing I know though, is that subconsciously, I have been waiting for him. In my heart of hearts, I believe that if I could make it alone, he could also. Subconsciously, I reach for the bite mark he left on my shoulder and shudder. I never loved him but he is the father of my two angels, whom I love greatly. Even if he is poor, I will look for him and allow him to know that he has children. Maybe that will motivate him to fight harder. I cannot help but shudder as I recall everything that happened that fateful day. Flashback (Seven Years Earlier) I never thought that my dad would hand over the reins to me before my eighteenth birthday. It has been a week but I still struggle to believe it. I am in a constant state of euphoria and I am determined to make him proud. Although we are three, my siblings are not bothered about anything at all. According to them, they have no reason to work hard as their life is set already. Our father is the wealthiest man in the whole of Sunshine City. I can safely say that he ranks third in the whole country in terms of wealth. "My name is Athena Milano. I am seventeen years old and will be eighteen in the next few months. Two weeks ago, my father made me the president of Milano Enterprises. You may be wondering how, when I am relatively young. It is because I am one of the most intelligent kids in the world. By the time I was fifteen, I was already doing my masters in Chartered Accounting. I was homeschooled because I was always ahead of my classes. So, I finished school at a very young age. Anyway, now I am the youngest boss around. It is a great responsibility and I am determined to make my father proud and shun all those who say that he has made a mistake. So far, everything has been going well without any hitches. I hope this answers all your questions. Now if you can excuse me. I have kept my siblings waiting. We have scheduled a dinner date." I dismissed the journalists and tidied up my office before rushing out. Jack and Lilly have fiery tempers. If I make them wait I will never hear the end of it. Although my gut instinct told me not to go, I was thrilled at the prospect of bonding with my younger siblings. Even though I was swamped with work, I just needed to spend more time with them. Besides, denying them will make the mother angry. I know that my mother, Violet, is already unhappy with Dad's decision. I do not want to give her another reason to lash out at our father. I cannot complain really, about my mother, but sometimes I feel as if she is biased towards my twin siblings, Jack and Lilly. She barely reprimands them and she allows them to get away with so many atrocities. Even when Dad grounds them, she pleads on their behalf. If he withholds their allowances, she always gives them more. When it comes to me, she is more passive and cold. She has never really treated me badly but I feel that she just does not care whether I am there or not. Had it not been for my dad, I swear my childhood would have been quite unbearable. What beats me, is why Dad never seems to complain. Whenever I would ask why my mother was so cold toward me, his response has always been the same. "Athena, forgive your mother. She suffered postpartum depression when you were born and I think it affected her bond with you. Remember that she had twins when you were barely ten months old. As long as she does not harm you, just forgive her." Since then, I have learned to tolerate my mother's attitude toward me. The fact that she does not target me makes it more bearable. However, when the twins prank me, she will not do anything. Even the last time they held me under the pool and I almost drowned, she was mad when Daddy punished them. By now, I am used to it, even though it hurts at times. I get into my car and follow the directions those two sent to me. They said that they have just discovered a new place that makes the best exotic dishes downtown. I do not suspect anything because I know that it is difficult for foreign nationals to set themselves up in the heart of the city. Once I reach the destination, I am surprised to see that it is a rundown inn. Swallowing my apprehension, I get down from the car. As I lock the car, I am suddenly grabbed from behind, and before I can register what is going on, my nose and mouth are covered by a cloth. Whatever is on the cloth causes me to lose consciousness. The next time I wake up, I find myself in a room with a single bed, and my body is on fire. I have this sudden urge to do things that I have never done before. I bite my tongue trying to remove these thoughts from my mind to no avail. The door is suddenly opened and a scrawny-looking young man is thrown in. Whoever brought him, locks the door behind him. By now, my eyes are blurry and my thoughts are incoherent. I notice that the boy seems to be in a similar situation as mine. He just lies on the floor writhing in pain. Feeling sorry for him, I decided to crawl to him to offer comfort. That is the mistake I made. The moment I touched him, everything in me snapped. Without thinking about the consequences, I lunge at him and start kissing him senselessly. He tries fighting it but the drug wins in the end. He became my first man. The one who deflowered me. We were entangled with each other until the wee hours of the day. That is when the drug seemed to start to ebb away. I was left exhausted and sore all over. My shoulder was hurting the most. The boy stood up, then looked at me sheepishly. "I am sorry for biting you. But it was an urge that I could not resist. Just take this as my mark. I promise that I will come back for you. I will work so hard and become so strong that no one will ever dare cross our paths again. Take it as my mark. The one thing that will connect us. I will avenge you, Miss." After saying a whole lot of things, some roguish goons break the door and start beating him. After he stopped thrashing, they check for a pulse and when they do not feel any, they panic. "The loser is dead guys. Let us just go and throw him over the bridge. He is just some stupid orphan. No one will miss him anyway." Just then my siblings walk in and they start laughing at me. Without having been told anything, realization dawns on me. This was preplanned.Author's POV Years later, Flameheart stood atop a majestic mountain, the winds whipping gently around him as he gazed out over the sprawling lands of the New Royal Crescent Moon Pack. The terrain below was a breathtaking panorama of lush forests, rolling hills, and glistening rivers that danced in the sunlight. It was a land transformed, flourishing under the care and unity of their pack.Beside him stood Athena, her presence as grounding as the earth beneath their feet. Her hair flowed in the breeze, catching the light like spun gold, and her eyes sparkled with a fierce pride that made Flameheart’s heart swell. Their children played nearby, their laughter echoing through the valleys like a sweet melody, a sound that filled him with an overwhelming sense of joy.“Look how far we’ve come,” Athena said, her voice filled with emotion, as she watched their children chase each other, their spirits as wild and free as the wind. “From the ashes of our struggles to this beautiful life we’ve
Flameheart A grand ceremony was held to celebrate my victory over Ambrosia, and the atmosphere crackled with excitement and reverence. The air was thick with anticipation as beings of all kinds gathered under the twilight sky, their diverse forms shimmering in the fading light. Witches in flowing robes, vampires with their elegant demeanor, and shifters radiating raw energy filled the clearing, creating a vibrant tapestry of unity. Lanterns adorned with intricate designs hung from trees, casting a warm glow that illuminated the faces of the gathered crowd.I stood at the center of it all, flanked by Athena and our children, who beamed with pride. The sight of my family brought a swell of emotion to my chest. “Today, we honor not just my triumph, but the resilience of our pack,” I proclaimed, my voice ringing out clear and strong, echoing through the gathering. My gaze swept across the crowd, taking in the hopeful faces and the understanding nods. “Our future shines bright because of
Author's POV With the pack thriving, Flameheart and Athena stood atop a newly built platform, a sturdy structure crafted from timber and stone that overlooked the gathering of their kin. The platform symbolized not only their resilience but also the promise of a brighter future. Below them, the landscape was alive with energy; the air buzzed with excitement as pack members animatedly shared visions for their future, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus of hope.Flameheart surveyed the crowd, a sea of familiar faces, each one reflecting the journey they had undertaken together. He felt a swell of pride in his chest, knowing how far they had come. “Unity is our strength,” he declared, his voice booming with conviction, resonating through the assembly. “Together, we will forge alliances with the other factions, witches, vampires, shifters. Our diversity is our power.” The words hung in the air like a promise, igniting a fire within the hearts of those who heard him.Athena sto
Athena Under the twinkling stars, I stood by the tranquil lake, the moon casting a silvery glow that danced across the water’s surface. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore created a soothing rhythm, and the cool night air carried the fragrance of blooming night jasmine, filling me with a sense of calm. Here, I felt Seraphim’s spirit, gentle yet powerful, enveloping me in a warm embrace, whispering secrets of strength and wisdom that transcended time.“Athena,” Seraphim’s voice resonated through the night air, ethereal and comforting, “All your children are destined for greatness. Embrace the gifts they will inherit.” The words echoed in my heart, igniting a fire of determination within me. I closed her eyes, allowing the warmth of that connection to wash over me. It was a bond that transcended the physical realm, a reminder that I was never alone. The legacy of my ancestors flowed through my veins, a lineage of strength and resilience.As I turned, I found Flameheart a
Flameheart With the sun setting in a blaze of colors, the pack gathers for a moment of reflection. I lead them in a howl that echoes through the valleys, a sound that speaks of our struggles, our victories, and our unyielding hope for the future. As the howls intertwine, I feel a surge of determination. We will thrive, we will remember, and we will rebuild our legacy together. I know that as long as we stand united, no darkness can extinguish the flame of our spirit.As the last echoes of our howls fade into the twilight, the pack settles into a serene silence, the kind that often follows a shared moment of unity. I also feel the weight of our collective experiences hanging in the air, a reminder of both the past and the promise of the future. I turn to Athena, who is standing beside me, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun.“Do you think they’ll remember this day?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Athena nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “They
FlameheartAs dawn breaks over the remnants of the New Royal Crescent Moon Pack territory, golden rays illuminate the scars of battle, now slowly healing. The landscape, once a chaotic tableau of destruction, is beginning to show signs of renewal. Flames that ravaged the forest have given way to budding green shoots, and vibrant wildflowers, like nature's confetti, celebrating the resilience of life. I stand amidst the pack, encouraging them as we work together to mend our home. My heart swells with pride as I witness the determination in their faces, each member embodying the spirit of renewal.“Every brick we lay, every tree we plant, is a step towards our future,” I declare, my voice unwavering, resonating with the strength of my conviction. I can see the weariness in their eyes, but it is overshadowed by the glimmer of hope. Athena joins me, her presence a comforting balm against the morning chill. Her hair catches the sunlight, shimmering like spun gold, and her smile radiates
Flameheart With the crumbling of the desolate realm, I ignore my fatigue and injuries as I cradle Athena in my arms, feeling the weight of her exhaustion against me. Her body is limp and the glow of her powers is still flickering like a dying ember after the fierce confrontation with Ambrosia.With each step I take towards the portal, I feel a mixture of relief and anxiety tightening around my heart. Luckily, the desolate realm, wit its twisted shadows and haunting silence fades behind us but the dread of what might have been looms large in my mind. My heart skips a beat as I glance down at her pale face. What if she hadn’t awakened in time? What if I had lost her to that malevolent witch? The thought slices through me, cold and merciless. I can never bear the idea of a world without her, of standing alone against the darkness that threatened to engulf us both. “Athena,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. “Please, hold on. We’re almost there.” As I appro
Author's POV The air was thick with anticipation as Flameheart stood tall beneath the silvery light of the moon, flanked by his elite warriors. Shadows cloaked them, their armor glinting like starlit skies against the darkened landscape. Each warrior was a master of their craft, trained to fight in perfect harmony, ready to unleash the fury they had held back for far too long.“Prepare yourselves!” Flameheart's voice sliced through the stillness, firm and resolute. “We strike at dawn!” With a synchronized nod, the warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, the tension palpable. The plan was set; they would launch a surprise attack on Ambrosia and Damon’s hideouts, striking at the heart of their malevolence before the first light of day could reveal their presence.As the attack commenced, chaos erupted in a symphony of clashing steel and anguished cries. Flameheart watched as his warriors moved like shadows, swift and deadly, cutting through the minions that had stood guard. T
Flameheart The moon is hanging high in the night sky, bathing the New Royal Crescent Moon Pack’s sanctuary in a silvery glow. Whilst I'm lying restless in my bed, my thoughts are tangled in a web of worry and determination. The recent reports of Ambrosia and Damon’s relentless rampage are weighing heavily on my heart, and sleep has eluded me, leaving me tossing and turning in the soft sheets.In the depths of my weary mind, I feel the call of a vision, a whisper from the Moon Goddess, that is beckoning me towards understanding. Suddenly, I am was enveloped in darkness, standing in a realm where the screams of the innocent echoes around me. The sight is horrifying. I clearly see Ambrosia and Damon, their forms twisted with malevolence as they unleash their fury upon humans and werewolves alike.“Flameheart!” The Moon Goddess’s voice breaks through the chaos, her presence both calming and commanding. “You must not engage with them openly, or innocent lives will be lost.”Frustration s
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