A ​court Of Silver Flames 소설 & 이야기

“The difference is who wins.” He stepped closer, the night air sharp with winter and danger. “Do you know what they’re calling you in the capital? The Silver Flame. They think you’re unstoppable.” “Do they?” Her heart thudded despite herself. “Oh yes. But flames,” he leaned in, voice a dangerous whisper, “can be snuffed out—unless they join a stronger fire.” Her breath caught. “Stronger fire?” “My fire,” Jackson said. “Join me, and the council won’t dare touch you. Refuse, and…” He glanced toward the glowing windows of the academy. "Let's assume that accidents do occur."

Closer, and suddenly A burning body crashed through the broken entrance. Screams erupted. The body rolled across the stone floor covered in silver flames. A Nightfang warrior. I stared in horror as he screamed in pain. The silver fire burned unnaturally bright across his skin. Two warriors tried putting it out but the flames only spread faster. “Oh my God…” The smell of burning flesh filled the hall. The warrior’s screams slowly weakened. Then stopped completely. Silence followed. Terrified silence. Nobody moved.

My eyes snap open and my hands are on fire. Silver fire. The flames curl around my fingers like vines, weightless and bright. They flicker with light, not heat, and my heart stutters. Everyone is silent. Rhea stares, eyes wide with something between wonder and fear. "She’s doing it," she whispers. The flames ripple higher, sliding up my arms. They don’t hurt. They hum. Like they know me. I breathe. And that’s when it all goes wrong. The fire flares, too fast, too much. It jumps from my arms to the air around me. Moonstones crack. Wind whips across the courtyard. I hear someone shout. Rhea’s voice calling my name. The Elders moving. And then-

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

When that day finally came, he made haste to be the first to wait at the venue since Silvia would come there straight from work, he wouldn’t want to keep her waiting for him. It was at one fancy restaurant that they went to, Final Fantasy was the name of the restaurant. It looked really very fanciful and expensive. He sat there for a while in anticipation, but while he was sitting, he still observed the whole surrounding and noticed there was pretty ladies there all seated by themselves. If not that he was waiting for his crush, there were nice options for him to take. As he was still busy looking round, almost lost in sight of what he was seeing, a hand rubbed his neck from behind and then,

It wasn’t ordinary fire. The flames moved like liquid light, wrapping around her arms and legs, testing her flesh. The silver mark on her wrist blazed with sudden intensity. Aurelia clenched her teeth. Lucian stood at the edge of the circle, his gaze fixed on her. Unmoving. But something dark flickered behind his golden eyes. The flames climbed higher. Her vision blurred. The fire pressed against her chest, her throat, her heartbeat. The chamber trembled. Suddenly The flames surged violently upward.

The wind lost its edge, no longer clawing at the walls but moving past, restless rather than frantic. Tomas noticed first. His shoulders eased as he set another log on the fire. “Storm’s easing,” he murmured. Aerin nodded. “Good.” Inside Briar’s mind, the vision came unbidden. Three flames burned in the dark. One silver-white, steady and luminous. One embered, shadow-laced, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath moonlight. Between them, a third—green and deep as old forests. The silver flame turned first. It had Briar’s face.