A Court Of Silver Flames Original Cover Novels & Stories

Lying in a hospital bed, I brought up divorce to Benedict Langley. Rubbing his temples in exhaustion, he sounded impatient. "I was up all night dealing with the fire in Norham and just lay down to rest, yet you drag me here for this? Is this some kind of joke?"

When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything. When I shook my head, disappointment filled his eyes. Still, he said, "It's okay. I'll keep trying to help you remember." He brought me roses every day, saying that they were my favorite flowers. But I didn't care. The sight of that bright red color only made me feel disgusted. He also brought me an embroidered wedding dress, saying that it was a gift from my mentor. Apparently, I had worn it for him once before, and he had been completely captivated.

Alex asked huskily, making me shiver in some unknown desires. "No..nothing." I stammered. Huh! What happened to me? Now why am I stammering? God! I wanna crawl under earth. "By any chance, is she having some kinky thoughts while teasing me?" Alex asked in his sexy voice, turning my ears red in colour. "Gosh! Stop it Alex! You're taking these teasings to the next level!" I exclaimed while fanning my face that's currently feeling hot with his comments. "Your word is an order, your highness!" Alex exclaimed, making me laugh out loud.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

The silver flame pushed back. Not against me. Against the rage craft inside me. It moved through the current of compressed fury the way water moves through a blocked channel, finding the gaps, widening them, turning the pressure from something that wanted to destroy into something it could process and absorb. The Ancients had said the silver flame was a purifier. I had used it to burn working out of rivers and out of children and out of corrupted ground. I had never used it on something this concentrated or this large. It worked anyway.

The absence hit her like cold water, a hollow that spread through her chest and left her shivering. She wrapped her arms around herself, dragging in a shaky breath. “I’ve gotta get changed…” she muttered, voice brittle, and forced her legs to move. She brushed past him, heart hammering so loud she was sure he could hear it. But before she could escape, his voice followed. “That thing with Elara…” Her steps faltered. Slowly, she turned back. His eyes caught hers. And for the first time, she saw it—silver flecks burning faintly beneath the black. Not harsh. Not threatening. Just undeniable.

End them. The Tribunal’s leader recovered first, his eyes narrowing into slits of molten silver. He raised a staff etched with runes that pulsed in time with her heartbeat—as if her power was feeding it. A ring of cold, blue flame erupted between them, caging her in. Riven cursed under his breath. She turned toward the leader, the black-gold fire curling higher, her hair lifting as if gravity had forgotten her. The cage meant nothing. It only made her want to tear it apart.

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

Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides. I fought back with all my might, but against those muscular men, I was overwhelmed and forced to the ground. I curled up, doing my best to shield myself. Nicole let out a piercing scream and threw herself over me, her small body trying to fend off the blows meant for me. I called out to her weakly, unable to push her away. Desperate, I managed to roll over, pulling Nicole underneath me to protect her. I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away.

“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