Novel & Cerita Bonus Chapter A Court Of Silver Flames

"The souls have been offered. Now, the path must be walked. Lady Risa of Ironwood, step forward into the Silver Fire. If your heart is true and your intent is pure, the fire shall burn away every old bond, and leave you reborn. Only then can the King place his mark." I looked at the silver flames. It was beautiful and terrifying, a wall of light that promised either liberation or destruction. My heart was thundering so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. Kael leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to the icy dread in the room. "Do not be afraid, my dear. This fire was born of the same stars that made us. It cannot hurt you. It will only show them what I already know."

The Silver Blessing hums beneath my skin, making me faster, sharper, the very air bending around me like a shield. ​The rogue lunges, claws extended for my throat. I drop low and slash upward. ​The blade only grazes its leg, but the reaction is apocalyptic. The dagger flares silver-bright—a searing, holy light that consumes the rogue in seconds. Its feral snarl twists into an agonizing scream as the cursed flesh chars to ash. The air grows thick with the acrid stink of burning fur and bone as the beast collapses into a smouldering heap at my boots.

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.

His hand closed gently over hers, and his eyes—still rimmed with the faint bruising from his frost wounds—looked directly into hers. “If this flame wants to test what you can create, it should see the only thing you’ve built that can never be undone.” Emma’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?” He gave a small, tired smile. “Me.” --- The Golden Flame Accepts Two The moment both their hands touched the swirling gold flame, the air pulled inward. Heat deepened—not painful, but infinite. The light around them twisted. Then everything blinked out. They were not alone. --- The Garden

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

“Wow! It is so beautiful! Alexander, I want one too!” I shrugged my shoulders. “OK, then just take it.” Alexander's face instantly turned dark. “Stop fooling around, this is equivalent to our wedding ring! Jessica, how can you just give it away to someone else?” I smiled. “But I do not think Lilith counts as someone else to us.” I snatched the bone ring and slid it directly onto Lilith's hand. Lilith giggled as she flaunted her hand toward Alexander. “Alexander, it fits me perfectly too!”

“I am yours. Use me. Fill me. Ruin me.” Rowan’s pulse thundered in her ears. Power surged through her, hot, dizzying. She stepped forward, athame still in hand, and traced the flat of the blade down his bowed neck, between the glowing runes, drawing a line of silver light but no blood. “Rise. But stay low.”

One by one, the magically preserved roses dissolved in the heat, turning to ash and then, to nothing. These gifts were the testament to my century of youth. Now, the fire was their tomb. Kaelan returned to find this scene. His face was pale with shock and disbelief. He shot toward me as a blur of black mist, shoved me aside, and tried to snatch the box from the flames. But the fire was too strong. The flames, fueled by the silver match, drove him back. Fire licked at his hands, searing his skin black. He hissed in pain and stumbled back, trying furiously to smother the blaze with his power.

I need to do something. Ronan's eyes widened when he saw what I was about to do. "My lady, no!" he exclaimed. He reached out to stop me, but I shook my head. There was no other choice, no other way. I had to do this. I stepped forward and placed my hands on the cold, silver cell bars, readying myself for the burning pain I expected to feel. But to my surprise, the burn did not come. My skin did not blister or sizzle under the touch of the cursed silver. I could feel the sharp edges digging into my palms, cutting into the soft flesh, but the silver's poison did not affect me like it should have. It was a miracle, or maybe something more.