A Kingdom Of Flame And Fury Novels & Stories

The forest floor churned beneath the chaos, leaves and dirt flying as bodies collided. A rogue lunged at Lyra, its jaws snapping inches from her throat. She twisted, her claws raking across its face, and then she lunged forward, her jaws clamping around its throat. Shadows burst from the wound, burning her tongue, but she held on until the creature collapsed beneath her. Kaelan slammed into another rogue, ripping it away from a Stormfall warrior who had been pinned beneath it. His wolf moved with brutal precision, every strike fuelled by the bond’s blazing fury. Lyra felt everything he felt, the rage, the fear, the desperation.

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Damian’s proud wing often sheltered us all during family gatherings, watching with quiet thunder as his grandson toddled between violet flames and silver lightning. We ruled with wisdom and fire, loved with savage passion, and bred with joyful abandon for centuries to come. Happy. Whole. Eternal. Only us. Only this. Unity eternal, sensual ruin unbound—now crowned with marriage vows, sealed with pregnancy glow, and blessed by the fierce cries of our baby boy, Kai, the first storm-flame prince of a new golden age. Forever and ever.

Since one of us is the future king, and will be representing our tribe at annual meetings among other tribes, we need to start acting like it. “Avery, just wait until after the Grand Ceremony. After that, my brothers and I will be recognized as kings, until one of us finds our mate. Then he will be king, and based on tradition, it is usually the eldest that does. Cassius will be king, and he will punish them.” She sighs as she hangs her head, “It is not nearly enough. It won't be an eye for an eye, because he has known them longer and they are dragons. I am just your pathetic human assistant.”

Jasper's heart felt like it was crushed under a heavy stone, the weight of his emotions unbearable. He was so on edge that he could kill, his rage simmering without an outlet. Finally, he exploded. "Who's the father of this child?" he roared, his voice laced with helpless fury. Elaine's lips curled into a slight smile. "As long as the baby carries the Carter name, we'll all be fine. You won't have to sleep with a wife who doesn't excite you anymore, right?" She was not wrong. The baby was a Carter, after all.

For a heartbeat, his hand lingered against hers, and in his eyes she saw both pride and fear. “Serenya,” he whispered, “you carry a dragon’s fire now. But fire consumes as easily as it warms. You must learn to master it—or it will master you.” She nodded, her breath still ragged. “Then stay with me. Help me hold it.” The dragon’s wings unfurled once more, sending waves of heat crashing through the chamber. The Pact is sealed. Shadows rise, but so do the stars. What you do with this flame will decide the fate of every kingdom under the sky.

A deep voice echoed: “Chosen flame, now burn the darkness away.” The shard shattered into a hundred lights each embedding into Lyra’s skin. Her body lit with ancient fire. She rose, her voice not hers alone: “This world is not yours to rule.” And then, she struck. A storm of flame, light, and frost enveloped the hall. The Storm King screamed And was no more

The King volunteered to pick me up and take me over the tree, but my anger still smoldered deep inside me, and I needed a physical task to put my mind on another path. “Holy Crap!” As the actual height of the fire came into view, my eyes followed the mesmerizing flames into the night sky. The King’s body language has changed and is very tense. “Who did this!” The king's voice has bellowed through the sky, and I am struggling to block the ear-shattering sound from my ears. “Human ears!” I bark back at him. “Sorry.” That was all I could hear him say. The rest of his words were lost in the temporary hearing loss I had just been gifted before he began walking off around the giant fire.

The very air seemed to thicken as Umbra's influence spread, casting a pall over Maximus and his allies. The second entity, Ignis, embodied the flickering flames of vengeance. As Gaius raised his hand, a burst of unnatural fire erupted around him. The flames danced with an otherworldly intelligence, responding to Gaius's unspoken commands. Maximus, now facing not only a mortal king but supernatural forces, braced himself for a battle that extended beyond the physical realm.

He’s the King with an army, and I'm the Queen with none. But is that true? The Lycan’s flame roars through me and the fabric on my body is burned off. The fire wreaths me in a dress of blues and yellows and white and indigo. The flame creates a covering for my skin and as I raise my hand, it spills forth and burns like a torch. I could ask this flame to kill them.