A ​court Of Silver Flames นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I thrust out my hand, and silver fire burst forth from my palm. This wasn’t ordinary flame. It shimmered and danced, almost like liquid, alive in a way that made my skin tingle. The fire consumed the rogue, and his scream filled the night as his body turned to ash at my feet. For a heartbeat, the battlefield froze. Every eye—friend and foe alike—turned toward me. My chest heaved as my hands glowed faintly, the silver light flickering at my fingertips like eager tongues. There, the goddess purred. Now they see you. Now they will fear you.

The flames around me condensed, flowing back into my body until I stood in a white void holding a single silver flame in my palm. I accept my nature," I whispered to the flame. "But I choose how I use it." I closed my fist around the flame. When I opened it, a silver rose bloomed there instead. Delicate. Beautiful. Proof that destruction could create rather than only consume. The Trial of Fire ended. I stood before a door of shadow. One down. Two to go. TRIAL OF SHADOW The shadow door opened onto memories. I was twelve years old again, kneeling in Silver Moon's pack square, watching my mother die. But this time, I could not look away.

Elena *****Late Afternoon — The Ruins of Silverfang***** The world was still burning. Fire crawled across the broken stones of Silverfang like living things, licking at shattered pillars and collapsed walls. The sky above was no longer blue or even gray….. it was a thick, choking black, torn open by streaks of red fire and drifting clouds of ash. The air smelled of blood, smoke, and something bitter and unnatural. The ground shook beneath my feet as if the land itself was screaming in pain.

"It’s turning… She’s rejected!" The Priest of the High Flame fell to his knees, his staff clattering to the marble. His eyes were wide and fixed on the swirling red flames. "This is not rejection!" he cried out, his voice cracking with terror. "The Silver Fire is under siege. The blood of the old bond…the blood of the true mate is fighting the ritual and it is calling to her from the depths of the earth!" He said horrified.

Ronan Silverfang’s camp sprawled across a high, barren plateau, black and silver tents snapping in the cold wind, fires burning low and blue with alchemical flames. The air reeked of smoke, defeat, and the sharp tang of blood that no amount of scrubbing could wash away.The retreat had been orderly.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

His eyes blazed, no longer the cold steel-grey of a man, but the molten silver of something far older, far deadlier. The Queen hissed, her voice slithering with sudden wariness. What are you doing? Adrien rose to his full height, shoulders squared despite his wounds. His silver fire poured outward, surrounding him in a blazing storm. The air sang with its power, violent and pure, unlike anything mortal hands could wield. “I’m reminding you,” he said, voice a snarl of thunder, “that Liora Vale has two parents. And she is not yours.” He launched upward. The silver blaze carried him straight into the storm of gold. Their fires collided, roaring so loudly the ruins quaked, ash and lightning ripp

Ignis had a plan, and I needed to stay one step ahead of her. “I won't fall into your game. I won't let you manipulate me,” I declared, my voice firm despite the tension in the air. Ignis stood up, her violet eyes sparking with an almost supernatural intensity. “You will understand, Fierce Silver. The wild nature cries for justice, and sooner or later, you will have to choose which side you're on.” Ignis seemed to have her own twisted justifications for her actions. I stared at her, my expression a mix of challenge and disdain, while Ignis maintained her malicious smile.

“Protect Silver. Protect the Heir!” Silver stood frozen in the middle of the chaos, not knowing what to do, her heart hammering against her chest as she watched the chaos unfolding before her. She heard the warriors shouting her name from a distance. The night was burning. Flames clawed at rooftops, casting everything in a hellish orange glow. The air was filled with smoke, stinging her eyes. Children screamed, running between shadows, as parents fought tooth and claw against the attackers. The metallic smell of blood was everywhere.