A Court Of Silver And Flames Novels & Stories

"After I kill you I'll kill him too. Slowly. I'll make sure he knows it's because of you." Something snapped inside me. Not the control. Something deeper. I stopped defending. Stopped retreating. I just stood there in the center of the arena with blood running down my side and Rael's claws reaching for my heart. Then I let go of the silver fire and it erupted from my body like a star going supernova. It didn't burn wild or chaotic. It moved with purpose, with intent, shaping itself into something I'd never created before. A wolf made of pure silver flame, massive and terrible and beautiful, its eyes glowing with the light of the moon itself.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

He’s trying to test my capabilities or perhaps waiting for me to tire out. But if Vlad was waiting for him to tire out, that would be a stupid move. Silver was already huffing and panting, and each breath irritated his throat. In a matter of seconds, earth and dirt were showering everywhere. There were scorch marks and blasted out sections on earth. The majority of the trees had caught fire, and the number of stone formations had decreased. Silver dodged another follow-up bolt, which crashed against a huge stone formation behind him, causing a massive explosion. A small stone landed on his forehead at an incredible speed, drawing blood.

I let my eyes sweep across the crowd, meeting the fierce stares of my pack mates, their faces mirroring the burning desire for justice that raged within me. "We will not rest, we will not falter, until Am Amia is nothing but a distant memory. Her betrayal and defiance are an insult to our values, our heritage, and the very essence of our wolf nature. Today, we declare war on her and her dark magics. We will hunt her down, expose her to the light, and rip her limb from limb if necessary." My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

He tugged at my hand, leading me to the swimming pool. It was winter, and the water was freezing. The moment I stepped in, the cold pierced through me. But when I saw the pleading look in his eyes, I kept searching, diving down again and again. However, there was nothing. I looked up and asked him, "Luca, are you sure you dropped it here? I can't see anything. What does it look like?" "It's a small golden car. Please, Aunt Shannon. I'm begging you." Clenching my teeth, I dove back into the water. I didn't know how long I had been searching when I suddenly heard Vivian's voice. "Luca, what are you doing here?"

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

“But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.” A gasp filled the circle, and just like that, after simply hearing his name, the little hope that I managed to instill in their hearts exploded to a whole new level. Compared to the Silver Myst, and the fire that his mere name inspires in all law-abiding wolves, I was nothing. And I was perfectly content with that. F

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

And I was ready to play. The snow in the trees was a different world. It was muffled, insulated from the roar of the fire and the shouts of men. The flames painted the underside of the canopy in frantic, shifting shades of orange and red, a silent, hellish aurora. I pressed my back against the rough bark of a pine, its needles crusted with ice, and forced my breathing to slow. In. Out. Control. The detonator felt absurdly small in my gloved hand, a plastic toy with the weight of a soul. I examined it. A simple toggle switch for arming, protected by a hinged plastic cover. And the button. Red, slightly recessed. Her insurance policy. My leverage.