A Promise Of Fire Series Novels & Stories

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

“The baby and I...our child, we're not going anywhere.” "Promise me." Alaric whispers. "That you won't hold back your flames. If you're ever in danger and I'm not there... I want you to burn it all to the ground." I freeze at that but Alaric's gaze is pleading. "I know you fear the fire. Carla did too...but Kyra, I need to know you'll never hesitate when you need it. Whatever happens... I swear I will take care of it" "I promise." I finally give in.

“They’ll destroy you.” He smiled sadly. “They can try. But they can’t destroy what the fire has already marked.” His hand came up to rest against the side of my neck, right over the Seal. The warmth of his palm sank through me, steadying the storm inside. “Promise me something,” he said softly. “What?” “That you’ll hold on. No matter what happens. No matter how loud the fire gets.” I nodded, though fear clawed at my chest. “And if I can’t?”

They glowed — steady, alive, eternal. > “So this is what the Fire dreams of,” they murmured. “Not destruction. Not freedom. Just… connection.” Lyra reached for their hand. Their fingers intertwined, light weaving into flame, and for a moment, even the Blood Moon stilled its pulse. > “Then let this be our promise,” she whispered. “That creation will always remember warmth.” They nodded. > “And that warmth will always remember you.” The two of them stood together as the sun rose —

I stared at the whisky, then at the fire. Without thinking, I threw the bottle into it. It exploded in sparks, a small burst of light swallowed by the blaze. The flames roared for a second, then settled back into their slow, cruel rhythm. I stood up, watching the fire reflect in the wet glimmer of my brother’s tears on the floor. In that moment, I made myself a promise. Quiet, firm, unspoken. I'm holding up this family and I'll find her, get her back when I am me again, sober, responsible and strong enough for hold the promises I once made.

“Eli. Your… boyfriend. Whatever he is to you. This is because of him. And the people around him.” Before Adrian could speak, Mr. Carter stepped forward. “He needs to go. We’re begging you, son.” “You can’t be serious,” Adrian said, stunned. “We didn’t ask for this life,” he said. “We didn’t ask for firebombed cars and armed threats and paparazzi on our lawn. We’re not cut out for this war. But we’re paying the price.” “Sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do,” Adrian said, desperate.

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

He looked, for just a moment, almost gentle. "Whatever you heard in there," he said, "whatever any of them believe about prophecy or fate or the end of the world, hear this instead. Your fire isn't a curse. It's the Founder's fire. And they've been lying about that for a thousand years." Sera's breath caught. "What does that mean?"

"It's not nice to touch a fire on purpose. In case you don't know, I'm a fire that shouldn't be played around with." "In case you don't know…" As if I had been expecting him to say that, my words came out straight and sharp. I glowered. "I'm a more dangerous fire. The thing used to quench a fire is water. That means, if you aren't careful, you'll make the fire in us light up. Just tell the Media the truth, and I promise to never set my eyes on you." "I still won't do it. Leave, or I ask my men to take you away," he menaced even harder.

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.