All Chapters of Trial of Flame: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

🔮 The Five Elemental Houses of Eidolon University 🔥 House IgnisarGod: Ignisar, God of FireBloodline: IgnisbornColors: Crimson and molten goldTraits Valued: Passion, ambition, raw power, dominance, courageMagic Focus: Fire conjuration, combustion magic, soul-heat channelingCommon Students: Warriors, battlecasters, duelists, hot-heads with massive main character energyAesthetic: Lavaforged halls, flame-lit corridors, obsidian thrones, sparring arenasMotto: “Let them fear the flame.”Crest: A roaring phoenix rising from a ring of flame🌊 House ThalosinGod: Thalor, God of WaterBloodline: ThalosinColors: Deep sea teal and pearlescent silverTraits Valued: Wisdom, adaptability, serenity, empathy, graceMagic Focus: Water manipulation, healing pools, breathcraftCommon Students: Healers, empaths, seers, combat strategists with chill vengeance vibesAesthetic: Marble bathhouses, glowing water corridors, moon-reflected poolsMotto: “The tide bows to no one.”Crest: A silver krak

Headmaster Malric Nocturne POVEidolon Academy Tower of SilenceThe parchment was still warm. It pulsed faintly, like it had a heartbeat. I didn't need the official seal or the trembling courier who delivered it to know what it was.I'd felt it. Every ward on campus had. A ripple, no, a rupture, in the fabric of what we call order. Like the realm inhaled too sharply and forgot how to exhale.I unrolled the report with steady fingers, though the air in my chamber had gone still. Even the shadows were quiet.INCIDENT REPORT: Location: Hallowmere Public Highschool Subject: Rowyn Vale, 18, low caste fae Event: Magical detonation. Light based. Unclassified origin. Collateral: 3 injured (1 blinded), 1 school wing structurally compromised. Ward failure recorded. Secondary notes: Witnesses report sigils in unknown dialect. Ward glyphs etched into the air.Unknown dialect. Glyphs in the air.Divine residue.My breath stayed even. My heartbeat did not. I flipped to the second page.Subject appr

Zephyr Sylvaran POVThe ceiling above her cell was reinforced with obsidian veined stone, anti magic sigils, and a rune seal etched by what had to be a paranoid virgin with authority issues. Cute. I blew a hole through it in three seconds flat.Wind roared through the rupture, carrying smoke and dust and the soft static hum of divine magic as I dropped into the cell like a goddamn avenging angel. I was already annoyed, covered in grime and smelled like prison warding and disappointment.I had a perfectly sharp, rude comment locked and loaded for the brat I was about to save. And then I saw her. She was standing dead center in the cell, her hands gripping the iron bars like she was the one trapping the world out.Her skin was golden and glowing faintly in the low light, speckled with freckles like the gods went ham with a paintbrush. Curls of molten auburn red hair framed her face like wildfire. And her eyes....Fucking radioactive green. She had piercings and attitude. Power coiled und

Rowyn Vale POVI hated him. I hated his smug face. I hated the way his wings glowed like moonlit ego. And most of all, I hated that he was so godsdamn hot when he was pissed off. His jaw clenched? 10/10. His eyes narrowed in frustration?Okay, devastating. The way his shoulders looked when he folded his arms and glared at me like I’d ruined his day by existing? Criminally sexy. Why is my type “men I want to stab and/or make out with”???I scowled and crossed my arms tighter, doing my best to keep my thighs from clenching. Meanwhile, my emotional support nymph, Thistleblitz, bless her snarky little soul, was floating above my desk, spinning one of my pens like a dagger while humming off key.Zephyr squinted up at her like she’d insulted his bloodline. “Wait...what the fuck,” he snapped, pointing.“You got a nymph assigned to you?”I blinked. “Yeah?”“Only royal godbloods get bonded nymphs.”I shrugged. But inside? Okay WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING. First the room. Now the nymph. Was I ad

Rowyn POVI woke up to the sound of my alarm. My eyes blinked open to soft, flickering morning light. My wild curls were a mess, but who gave a shit, this was me.Thistleblitz, my sparkly little gremlin of a nymph, hovered over my desk like a caffeine fairy on crack, flipping through my notebook with frantic excitement. “Rowyyyyynnnn,” she sing songed, pointing to a glowing page.My heart thumped. I scrambled out of bed, tripped over my boots, and nearly took out a chair leg in the process. I snatched the notebook, my eyes devouring the swirling golden ink that hadn’t been there last night.“Welcome to Eidolon, Rowyn Vale.We are thrilled to have you.Should you ever need assistance, I will be here.Yours truly, Vaerion.”I squealed like a damn child on Winter Solstice. “Oh my gods, the castle wrote me!”I clutched the book to my chest like a total dork.“Vaerion,” I whispered reverently. “Thank you so much. I hope we can be good friends!”The lights flickered gently above me, like a