A Court Of Silver Flames Pregnancy Chapter Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt Callista's power coursing through my veins, and knew that she could feel mine as well. Together, we began to channel our powers towards the fetus, trying to fill it with our combined energy. The dragon fire and silver magic swirled together, forming a vortex of power that enveloped me and my unborn child. As the energy built to a crescendo, I felt my body begin to glow with a soft, silver light. The dragon fire was infusing me, filling me with its warmth and power. And then, in a burst of energy, it was done. The fetus was imbued with our combined powers, and I could feel its tiny heart beating with a newfound strength.

But if I treated him like any other man, pretended that he was no different from the men of the brothel, it was easier to not be scared. “The food has always been delicious. I have not been feeling well for the past few days. Now, I have settled my life here and am feeling much better,” I said. “That’s good,” he said. “If you eat well, it will be easier for you to get pregnant. If you are weak, it will be much harder.” I nodded, keeping my head down. He was always going on about pregnancy. I was not surprised though. Me getting pregnant by a Silverclaw would be an ultimate slap on my father’s face.

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of her hand subconsciously resting

Something answers. Silver fire explodes from my palms, not hot like normal fire but humming, singing, alive in a way I don't have words for. The flames slam into the rogue and form a wall between us, and he howls and stumbles back, fur burning, eyes wild. I gasp, my knees shaking under me. "What am I doing," I whisper. The rogue snarls but doesn't cross the fire. He backs away, wounded and furious, and my vision starts to spin just as strong arms catch me.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

Kent was also busy driving so he decided to stay silent too. While both of them came inside, Eloisa took one glass of wine to calm herself. It feels like she was walking in an icy pathway where her toes felt numb anymore. Their dreams of having a baby will be like a fantasy only. It will only appear in their imagination and it will never be real.

The edges of the silver band meet in a perfect, seamless circle around my forearm. The second her men ease up, I move, stumbling out of her office at what feels like the speed of light. I can’t breathe. It’s not even from the pain. She’s pregnant? The second I pass the corner store I dip into an alley and spill the contents of my stomach, blood gushing from the band and turning the snow at my feet a deep, dark crimson. I scream into the night before tearing myself from the city, jumping on the last train and slumping to the ground as it speeds away from Twin Rivers.

Accidents happen every day… Especially in a place as large as Silverwood. My gaze drifted toward one particular section of the estate. The kitchens. Scarlett was pregnant, and pregnant women ate several times a day. So if I wanted to get close to the baby…I first had to get close to the food. A slow smile spread across my lips. Perhaps… I had just found the first piece of the puzzle.

“Within you burns a second light. A new flame — small, but strong.” It took me a second to understand. And then my heart stopped. I looked down at myself, my hand trembling as I pressed it to my stomach. My voice was barely a whisper. “You mean… I’m pregnant?” Aeloria nodded once, her expression full of love. “Yes, my dear. Life has already taken root within you. A child — the bond between two souls who chose each other through love and fire.”

“The depletion masked the early signs. Now your body’s recovering, and the hormones are surging. Hunger, emotional volatility, heightened desire for your mate are all classic signs.” My hand drifts to my flat stomach, inside me, a tiny life is already growing. “Is the baby okay?” My voice cracks. “After the depletion, the fighting—” “The Entity is… protective. It’s shielding the fetus, stabilizing it despite everything you put your body through.” She smiles faintly. “This child is resilient. But this pregnancy will be unique—Silverwood royal blood, Alpha lineage, Entity vessel power. I’ll monitor you closely. Very closely.”