A ​court Of Silver Flames Novels & Stories

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

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.”

[Hazel] Everything burns. Even the air burns as I try to breathe, a task that feels impossible in a room made of silver. The walls are silver, the floors and bars are silver, even the beds and toilet are made of a duly burnished silver that burns every time my bare skin touches it, leaving the faint smell of charred flesh every time I forget and let myself get burned.

“It’s all burning. It’s not normal fire.” “I gathered that much,” Theo replied, already moving again. The engineer shook his head hard. “It’s not consuming randomly. It’s targeted. Like it knows what to erase.” That made me stop for half a second but Marek didn’t. “Keep moving,” he said. So we did. The lower we went, the worse it became. Silver fire didn’t spread the way normal fire did. It moved like it had a precise target. It cut through stone corridors with precision, leaving some structures intact while erasing others completely. Entire archive wings were collapsing inward while adjacent halls stood untouched, like something was deciding what deserved to remain and in the center of it a

Silence ripped through the crowd, showing their disapproval of me. My gaze met with Reid's. He was already staring at me. I pricked my fingertip with the blade, keeping the cut small since I didn't have a wolf to heal me. I held my hand over the flames, my blood hissing as it landed at the bottom of the bowl. A wave of shocked gasps ripped through the silence. The flames didn't turn black; they turned to a brilliant, bright shade of silver. Alpha Marcus stumbled forward, shock twisting his features. "Silver fire," he murmured. "Silver fire has not been seen in generations.

he said, laying me on the ground softly; the panic in his eyes was red hot. “It's the silver fire… you haven't learned to control it yet…” “What's the silver fire?” I asked innocently, gasping for breath. He placed his hand on my chest, trying to calm me down. “Just breathe…” he smiled. “The silver fire is an ancient power that can erase things from existence. Lila, listen to me…” he grabbed my cheek firmly. “You're no longer a girl; get that into your head. You're now a weapon of immense power…”

Back then, Daniel hadn’t seen the flames himself, but he’d heard enough to piece together a grim picture. The silver flames were unlike anything he had ever encountered. The descriptions haunted him—fire that didn’t simply consume but eradicated. It left no ash, no residue, only a void that defied explanation. And yet, despite its destructive power, it seemed to carry a purpose, as though it was alive and guided by an unseen force.

"Each Alpha will rely not on his warriors this time, but on the ones closest to him, those who serve, those who support, those who hold their pack together." I felt Regina's eyes on me from behind, she is listening. I hadn't told her to come but she was always staying behind us. She is silent, steady and her presence calm in a way that made my chest tighten. "The challenge," the herald continued, "is the Crossing of the Flames. You must walk your pack through the ring of enchanted fire, the flames will burn disobedience, pride, and deceit. If any of your own resist your command, or if your unity falters, you will fail."

burning you? He looks at me shocked and then to Jess’s wolf who looks just as surprised. Lily looks over to me and I am shocked at his next words. “You mean Alpha didn’t tell you already? Members of the SilverFang pack...we are immune to silver.”