A Fire in the Flesh (Flesh and Fire #3) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Total pages in book: 222
Estimated words: 213974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1070(@200wpm)___ 856(@250wpm)___ 713(@300wpm)

The only thing that can save the realms now is the one thing more powerful than the Fates.

After a startling betrayal ends with both Sera and the dangerously seductive ruler of the Shadowlands she has fallen madly in love with being held captive by the false King of the Gods, there is only one thing that can free Nyktos and prevent the forces of the Shadowlands from invading Dalos and igniting a War of Primals.

Convincing Kolis won’t be easy, though – not even with a lifetime of training. While his most favored Revenant is insistent that she is nothing more than a lie, Kolis’s erratic nature and twisted sense of honor leave her shaken to the core, and nothing could’ve prepared her for the cruelty of his Court or the shocking truths revealed. The revelations not only upend what she has understood about her duty and the very creation of the realms but also draw into question exactly what the true threat is. However, surviving Kolis is only one part of the battle. The Ascension is upon her, and Sera is out of time.

But Nyktos will do anything to keep Sera alive and give her the life she deserves. He’ll even risk the utter destruction of the realms, and that’s exactly what will happen if he doesn’t Ascend as the Primal of Life. Yet despite his desperate determination, their destinies may be out of their hands.

But there is that foreseen unexpected thread—the unpredictable, unknown, and unwritten. The only thing more powerful than the Fates…

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Pronunciation Guide


Aios – AYY-ohs

Andreia – ahn-DRAY-ah

Attes – AT-tayz

Aurelia – au-REL-ee-ah

Baines – baynz

Bele – bell

Daniil – da-NEEL

Diaval – dee-AH-vuhl

Dorcan – dohr-kan

Dyses – DEYE-seez

Ector – EHK-tohr

Ehthawn – EE-thawn

Elias – el-IGH-us

Embris – EM-bris

Erlina – Er-LEE-nah

Ernald – ER-nald

Eythos – EE-thos

Ezmeria – ez-MARE-ee-ah

Gemma – jeh-muh

Halayna – hah-LAY-nah

Hanan – HAY-nan

Iason – IGH-son

Ione – EYE-on

Jadis – JAY-dis

Kayleigh Balfour – KAY-lee BAL-fohr

Keella – KEE-lah

King Saegar – king SAY-gar

Kolis – KOH-lis

Kyn – kin

Lailah – LAY-lah

Lathan – LEY-THahN

Loimus – loy-moos

Madis – mad-is

Mahiil – ma-HEEL

Maia – MY-ah

Marisol Faber – MARE-i-sohl FAY-berr

Mycella – MY-sell-AH

Naberius – nah-BEHR-ee-us

Nektas – NEK-tas

Nyktos – NIK-toes

Odetta – oh-DET-ah

Orphine – OR-feen

Peinea – pain-ee-yah

Penellaphe – pen-NELL-uh-fee

Phanos – FAN-ohs

Polemus – pol-he-mus

Queen Calliphe – queen KAL-ih-fee

Reaver – REE-ver

Rhahar – RUH-har

Rhain – rain

Saion – SIGH-on

Sera – SEE-rah

Seraphena Mierel – SEE-rah-fee-nah MEER-ehl

Sotoria – soh-TOR-ee-ah

Taric – tay-rik

Tavius – TAY-vee-us

Thad – thad

Theon – thEE-awn

Veses – VES-eez


Callasta Isles – kah-LAA-stah eyelz

Cauldra Manor – kall-drah [manor]

Cor Palace – kohr pal-is

Dalos – day-lohs

Elysium Peaks – ihl-LEES-ee-uhm peeks

House of Haides – howz of HAY-deez

Hygeia – high-JEE-uh

Iliseeum – AH-lee-see-um

Kithreia – kith-REE-ah

Lasania – lah-SAHN-ee-uh

Lotho – LOH-thoh

Massene – mah-SEE-nuh

Pillars of Asphodel – [pillars of] AS-foe-del

Skotos Mountains – SKOH-tohs MOWNT-ehnz

Sirta – SIR-ta

The Carcers – [the] KAR-serz

Thyia Plains – THIGH-ah playnz

Triton Isles – TRY-ton IGH-elz

Vathi – VAY-thee

Vita – VEE-tah


Arae – air-ree

benada – ben-NAH-dah

ceeren – SEE-rehn

chora – KOHR-ah

Cimmerian – sim-MARE-ee-in

dakkai – DAY-kigh

demis – dem-EEZ

eather – ee-thohr

graeca – gray-kah

Gyrm - germ

imprimen – IM-prim-ehn

kardia – KAR-dee-ah

kiyou wolf/wolves – kee-yoo [wolf/wolves]

meeyah Liessa – MEE-yah LEE-sah

nota – NOH-tah

notam – NOH-tam

sekya – sek-yah

so’lis – SOH-lis

sparanea – SPARE-ah-nay-ah


The throbbing pain in my throat was fading, and I no longer felt the flames of red-hot agony burning through my body.

Despite the warmth and humidity of Dalos, the City of the Gods, I was now cold—colder than I’d ever been. I thought maybe I was fading because my vision was flickering in and out. I tried to focus on the open doors of the circular chamber I’d awakened in after the Shadowlands siege—in a cage and chained.

I had thought I’d seen a large wolf standing there. A wolf more silver than white.

A wolf I’d known in my heart and soul was him: the Asher, the One who is Blessed, the Guardian of Souls, and the Primal God of Common Men and Endings. The ruler of the Shadowlands.

My husband.



He’d never confirmed that he could shift forms, but I knew it was my Primal of Death. And when I saw the wolf, I’d thought he’d come for me. That I would see him, touch him one last time, have the chance to tell him once more that I loved him. That I’d get to say goodbye on my terms.

But I didn’t see him in the doorway now.

He wasn’t there.

What if he’d never been there?

The arms around me tightened, making my sluggish heart race. Kolis, the false King of Gods, still held me, likely reeling from the realization of who was in his embrace—who he’d fed on.

“Is it truly you?” Kolis’s voice was no louder than a sigh. Tears dampened my cheeks. Were they mine? His? “My love?”

I shuddered. Gods, Ash had been wrong when he said I may feel fear but am never afraid. Because the sound of Kolis simply speaking brought an avalanche of terror. It didn’t matter that it was only Sotoria’s soul inside me. That I wasn’t her, and she wasn’t me. He terrified both of us.

Two leather-clad legs suddenly appeared in my line of vision. My gaze lifted, moving over the shadowstone daggers strapped to his hips. Light brownish-blond hair brushed the collar of a black tunic. The Primal of War and Accord had been facing the doors. The traitorous bastard who’d brought me to Kolis must have seen Ash if he’d been there. Right? In his wolf form, he was massive—larger than any wolf I’d ever seen.

Unless he’d never been there in the first place, and I’d hallucinated him.

My chest hollowed, and…oh, gods, the swell of sorrow was an unbearable pressure, threatening to crush me.

“Your Majesty.” Attes twisted sharply toward us. “She’s not well,” he said. “She’s close to death. You have to be able to feel that.”

“You need to take those embers before she passes,” another voice urged, one that carried a soft lilt. The Revenant, Callum. One of Kolis’s works in progress. “Take them—”

“The embers are the least of your concerns,” Attes interrupted, speaking directly to Kolis. “She is about to die.”

There was no response from the false King. He just…gods, he just held me, his large body trembling. Was he in shock? If so, that made me want to laugh. Which meant I, too, was likely in shock.

“If she dies with the embers, they die, too—along with everything you’ve been working toward,” Callum insisted, drawing my attention to him. He was blurry at first but then came into focus. The Revenant was golden all over: his hair, his skin, and the elaborately painted mask shaped like wings that swept down from his forehead to his jaw on either side. “Take them, my King. Take them and Ascend as the Primal of Life and—”