Novel & Cerita A Court Of Silver And Flames

I let out a hollow laugh as I heard Benedict's explanation. "Benedict, spare me the nonsense. If things were really as you said, I might feel wronged, but I wouldn't be divorcing you over it. "Do you think I don't know? When a firefighter is faced with a life-or-death choice, the protocol is to save the closest person first. I was clearly nearer to you. Celestine was lagging far behind because she ran slower. Yet, you didn't even look at me—you went straight to her.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

"I don't understand. Why did Aiden reject me? Why did the prophecy—" "Not all prophecies speak truth my child." Her voice wrapped around me like a shield,warm and terrible. "Some speak choice." There was a thundering sound, then flames erupted around me...not red or orange,but silver. They didn't burn. They just flowed from the tips of my finger to the rest of my body like they were a part of me. I raised my trembling hands,and the flames rose with them. "What is this?"I breathed. And I swore I saw smoke came out from my mouth.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

[The Silver Plague] The silver in my veins didn't feel like a disease; it felt like mercury—heavy, cold, and blindingly fast. I watched, paralyzed, as the frost climbed toward my throat. Beside me, Dante’s eyes were a chaotic storm, flickering between his natural hazel and that same matte silver. He lunged for the woman in the emerald coat, his fingers curling into claws, but he collapsed before he could touch her. "Dante!" I tried to scream, but the sound was a metallic rasp.

When my eyes snapped open, everything had changed. The battlefield, the chaos, the enemies… It all looked distant, like it was fading into another world. I looked down at our joined hands. They were no longer normal. A silver flame—bright, glass-like, and terrifyingly beautiful was burning between our fingers. It crackled with raw supernatural heat. In the next heartbeat, the silver fire surged upward. It raced up our arms like lightning, wrapping around us completely and within seconds, Jasmine and I were swallowed in a towering blaze of silver light.

"It’s turning… She’s rejected!" The Priest of the High Flame fell to his knees, his staff clattering to the marble. His eyes were wide and fixed on the swirling red flames. "This is not rejection!" he cried out, his voice cracking with terror. "The Silver Fire is under siege. The blood of the old bond…the blood of the true mate is fighting the ritual and it is calling to her from the depths of the earth!" He said horrified.

The room dimmed, the edges of my vision bleeding into a jagged, sightless red until the only thing left was the shape of Dominic beside me. Something ancient and violent stirred deep within my marrow, a power that had been waiting for a reason to break. I tried to draw a breath, but the air had turned to lightning, stinging my lungs. When I finally opened my mouth to scream, it wasn't a sound that emerged, but a roar of brilliant blue fire. The flame was a living thing, carving through my mother’s wall as if it were nothing more than scorched paper. In the next room, the silver candelabra didn't just succumb to the heat; it collapsed instantly into a shimmering puddle of glowing metal. Besid

The city burned. Silver More, once a kingdom of marble spires and moonlit banners, was shrouded in smoke and shadow. The rift in the heavens had widened, bleeding starlight and darkness in equal measure. Cracks of raw magic split the streets, leaving jagged scars across stone and earth. And in the midst of it all stood Maelor—silver wolf, shadowed titan, his fur rippling with threads of black fire. His laughter shook the foundations of the palace itself.

“But I will not run from it.” She raised her hand, silver flames erupting behind her. “Then prepare to burn.” To be continued...