Arcane Firelights Members Novels & Stories

By the big fire, the elders shared tales of Flame-Lore. Raea, the Fire Seer, spoke softly: “Long ago, a kingdom of ice-weavers rose in the north. Their walls grew higher, their hearts turned cold. We came and burned the walls, and provided warmth, heat. The fire we sparked cleansed, not consumed.” Naia, seated near the waterfall mosaic, tapped her chalice and added, “And water soothed their wounds.” Aglaya leaned in. “Thalia: Fire is not anger. It is light. Let it reveal what hides in shadows.”

She needed to be with the fire before she could speak for it. The Farewell Circle In the central courtyard, the Flamecarriers formed a wide ring, their flames flickering like tiny hearts in cupped palms. There were sixty of them now—drawn from each sanctum and tribe, even a few from regions that had long rejected the old ways. The girl with the quiet eyes and ember-warmed hands stood again at the front. Serena stepped into the circle, her cloak removed, her hands bare. The Keeper’s Ember pulsed gently at her side.

An entire floor was completely burned, and a guard who tried to stop the fire after calling the fire service was injured. “I don’t know how we are going to manage this.” I could tell that he was very worried. “I need to meet up with the board members, and I don’t think Damon could handle this alone. So I want you there to deal with this. Let me know the situation when you get there. I asked Smith to report to you.” he told me. “Okay, dad. Don’t worry I will take care of it.” I cut the call assuring him.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. SIrene, Zachary, and Ezekiel only possessed the Scarlet flame as of the moment. Since Zachary and Ezekiel are the Young Master of the Finland Clan and Kleiya Clan, they had a cultivation room where it has fire spirit energy. Meanwhile, to Sirene where she got an opportunity to absorb fire spirit energy was unknown. It was Sirene and the five birds' first time to see a black fire.

“Then come in. Both of you. But if you raise your voices, you leave.” The narrow hall smelled of paper and old wood. The living room was crowded with shelves lined with files and notebooks, a lifetime of memory preserved in careful order. Gerard motioned to the table. Evelyn and Alexander took one side, Claudia the other. Mason remained near the door, silent but watchful. Gerard settled in his chair. “You want to know about the ledgers. The loans taken when the world was burning. I remember them. The Drakes borrowed from men who dealt in shadows. The debts were repaid, but the names linger in the records. That is all.”

The next evening, I went to the Ravenwood night market alone. The downtown street outside the packhouse had been closed for the full-moon fair. Food trucks lined both sides of the road, neon signs glowed in storefront windows, and young wolves gathered around the training square where blue moonfire burned in metal drums. Moonfire was a ceremonial flame made from silver-pine resin and moon oil. It burned bright and beautiful, hot enough to scar if someone got careless, but it wouldn’t kill a wolf the way wolfsbane would. In our pack, an Alpha danced through the moonfire before choosing his Luna. It was old-fashioned, a little reckless, and ridiculously romantic. In my last life, Kyle had lear

I grew up alongside Arthur Stevenson, who eventually became the Lord Chancellor. However, on the day of the royal physician selection, he disqualified me on the grounds that I had spilled a small amount of medicinal residue. Instead, he chose my younger stepsister. When I asked him why, he looked completely unconcerned. "Your sister wants the position, so what's the harm in a loving older sister stepping aside? A proper lady shouldn't be so jealous and willful. Consider today a small lesson for you." What he didn't realize was that if I couldn't enter the castle as a resident physician, I would be forced to enter as a royal mistress to the tyrannical King. Later on, word reached me that

She is leading you straight into their jaws. Before I could speak, another presence cut through the doorway like a blade. Rylan. He took one look at Aria, dismissed her, and locked onto me. “There are three council members waiting,” he said. “Elders Kaelen, Lyra, and Prime Minister Valerius. And they aren’t here for small talk.” His voice hardened. “They’re here to corner you about the crescent flare during the rogue incident.” My breath hitched. “They felt it?”

He rarely spoke and his emotions through the matebond were those of shock and icy numbness. Now it was time to light the pyres, 16 in all. Representatives from each pack, if there were any, lit the pyres. Because none of the enemy packs had representatives, Charlie, Xander, Devin, and I lit their pyres. Zak lit the smallest pyre at the head of the field, the one with only his father on it. Clara wailed as the fire began to consume the wood that her mate was on and most of the attention was on her. That’s why we didn’t notice that Zak was too close to the fire until Arya screams. “Zak!”

I replied calmly, "Got it." Darren paused, clearly caught off guard. Then, he found his words again. "The eighteenth of next month is a day blessed by the Moon Goddess. That's the day for our big ceremony." There was an unusual softness in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. Before I could even respond, a sultry moan crackled through the phone. It was Betty. They were together, even as he talked to me. A dull ache spread through the wolf inside me. With the pain, tears started to spill over.