Romans & histoires A Court Of Silver And Flames

Blythe (softly, shaken): "No royal heir has ever glowed silver…" Xavier (whispering under breath, shaken): "Silver is the color of the moon." Vegas (urgent, to Vito): "We must control this. If word spreads—" Ceres (loudly, to the room): "You saw it. I didn't burn. The fire chose me." Pack Member (murmuring): "Then why silver? What is she?" Another Voice: "She's of two lines…" Purity Demanded

My eyes snap open and my hands are on fire. Silver fire. The flames curl around my fingers like vines, weightless and bright. They flicker with light, not heat, and my heart stutters. Everyone is silent. Rhea stares, eyes wide with something between wonder and fear. "She’s doing it," she whispers. The flames ripple higher, sliding up my arms. They don’t hurt. They hum. Like they know me. I breathe. And that’s when it all goes wrong. The fire flares, too fast, too much. It jumps from my arms to the air around me. Moonstones crack. Wind whips across the courtyard. I hear someone shout. Rhea’s voice calling my name. The Elders moving. And then-

Tall. Broad. Scars cut across his arms and neck like marks of survival rather than weakness. And his presence— It pressed down on the air itself. Sylvie felt it instantly. Different from Alexander. Alexander was control. This— Was chaos. Unrestrained. Unpredictable. Dangerous. The man’s eyes landed on her. And didn’t move. A slow smile spread across his face. “So,” he said, voice smooth but edged with something sharp, “you’re the Silver Flame.”

The silver veins beneath his skin snapped. A blinding wave of silver fire erupted from his chest, ripping through his tunic like paper. It wasn't standard magical flame; it was a physical surge of ungrounded energy that traveled along the mountain path in jagged, unpredictable lightning forks. The two hunters holding his shoulder chains didn't even have time to scream. The moment the silver fire touched their black plate armor, the metal buckled, turned hot, and dissolved into liquid ash, throwing the men backward into the drop of the ravine.

Silver fire crackled along the stone walls and the war chamber trembled, maps fluttering from the force of my power. For a terrifying moment nobody moved, not me, not Kael. The flames reflected in his golden eyes, shock lingering there, not because of my anger but because of what my anger had done. The silver fire wasn't natural, it wasn't wolf magic, it wasn't anything the stories had prepared me for, and judging by Kael's expression he knew it. The realization only fueled my rage.

“We thought to share tea with our… new addition. It is tradition for every lady of the court to partake.” Her smile was sugar; her eyes, frost and suspicious. It was not to be trusted. She poured from a silver pot whose steam coiled in strange, violet-tinted curls. I caught the scent, sharp, bitter, unmistakable. Wolfsbane. My just-settled heart fluttered once more, then stilled. It was clear as day what was going on. They were trying to get rid of me. Which means I don't need to be polite anymore. She filled my cup to the brim, set it before me, and said sweetly, “To new beginnings.”

Striking. His sharp nails ripping through flesh. Severing bodies. Gusts of hot air and fire were spitting from his massive maws. Burning the enemies emerging from the black soil. Flying up and gliding down, they continued to burn. From both their sides, she saw two more dragons, one in black, the other in silver-gray, with warrior riders, joined the fight. Her Dracon decided to up the ante on the battle by landing on the shaking ground. Roaring and roasting anyone coming for them.

I said while squeezing Haileys' hand. "Ah! Finally!" George exclaimed. His eyes glistening mischievously scaring the shit out of me. "Now what's he planning? God! Save me from this devil!" I silently prayed. "Ellie! Ellie! Ellie! The princess of this castle! Go and kiss the one and only handsome male servant of this castle on his lips." George said and winked, making me gasp in shock. My cunning cousins whistled and cheered, making me fume in anger.

Join us Prince Vladimir, then all Immortals Packs can stand together. The Prince sneered and his eyes glowed like droplets of blood, ‘Come to me Silver Wolf’ Katya tried to look away and break the contact but she was drawn into those evil glittering eyes. Fighting back she opened her silver eyes wider pushing back his power but he mind-linked her, ‘Come to me or I’ll lock you in Blaise forever’

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h