Cinders Of A Lord Novels & Stories

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

Even those whom he had degraded, such as the latest lord’s granddaughter, they were blindly loyal to him, putting him high as if he was some holy savior! Pushing his disgust to the back of his mind, the fire lord leaned back in his chair as well as he stared at the shadows’ lord, two can play the game of haughtiness, he thought to himself, and soon, he would put the filthy half blooded lord back in his place, but now, while they both waited for the arrival of the third lord, who wasn’t a lord but a lady, Known as Rima, the ice queen, he decided to mess a little with the shadows’ lord.

Flipping to the middle, I found it—an incantation for poisoned werewolves, the letters sharp and dark. My finger traced the words. “Oh, Lord of the Flame,” I breathed, “let this be enough.” Then I began to chant. My voice started low, then grew in power. The air in the room thickened, shadows stretching like living things. Heat flared through my veins—burning, all-consuming. But I didn’t stop. Lucian had to wake. A trickle of warm blood escaped my nose. Still, I chanted. The magic was brutal, the poison in him relentless.

he said, turning his attentions to Zephyr, "would you have us to do with Elkshire?" Zephyr smiled, placing his hand on his hip. "Burn it," he said coolly, a look of wicked satisfaction and unrestrained cruelty covering his loveless face. "Burn it to the ground. Take the army, take the guardsmen, take the magicians corps... stinging locusts, poison asps, thought wanderers, shadow beasts, and all the terrors of night... whatsoever you desire, Lord Kallida, to strike terror in their hearts." "And what, my Lord, shall be our saying to them who tremble before the might of your majesty?" Kallida inquired, his face strong and determined, brimming with dark intention. "That Death reigns in Pyre."

Tamsin knew it couldn’t be a coincidence that the fires wouldn’t light. It struck him suddenly, the answer. Cinder. The Witch Queen’s consort. He was master of flame and hearth, a nasty little bastard from the Winter Court, betrayer of his own kind, former consort of Queen Mab. Slick and charming, clever and without scruples, Cinder was the one who brought human tithes to the Dain. If he had River, she was in very real danger.

“We’ll complete the rite. Together.” — The Temple of Cinders stood atop Mount Varn, a jagged black peak said to be the heart of a long-dead volcano. The ancient lava that once spilled from it had cooled into obsidian spires, and from its summit, the wind howled like forgotten spirits. Kael and Luna climbed in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, sending sparks of heat up their arms. Her touch calmed the fire in him, yet stirred another flame entirely—one of desire, deep and unrelenting.

Smoke curves up from the blackened chimney, disappearing into the dark blue sky. Blowing out a breath, I make my way down, renewed strength entering into my weakened bones. I must find Isadora, even if it costs me everything. The witch is ready and waiting and she offers me a seat across from her in a low chair, her oddly shaped face tightened in concentration. I sit down without making any noise, staring at her hair already thinning at the sides. "Good morning, Alpha Lord Lugard, how may I help you?" She says, revealing a broken front tooth.

He was shifting his gaze frantically from the demon beside me to the car windscreen. "I will show him why my name is demon Killian, the third ranked member of the demon clan. We have to fight him with everything now. The moon is covered by clouds, and the huge trees cover the atmosphere above us. We can fight together and bring him down! That will be a huge victory for us!!" The demon man beside me, whose i just realized was Killian, said to the driver who wasn't confident enough. "He isn't just a werewolf. He is a Lycan, and not just any Lycan! The Lycan prince...

Inez offered the Cinder Dagger, forged in volcanic glass and imbued with the essence of phoenix flame. “This blade can sever the Hollow’s tether to flesh,” Inez explained. “Use it wisely.” Petrov tested its edge, slicing a warded cord. Silver sparks flew, the ward unraveling in embers. “Powerful,” Sokolov murmured. Inez nodded. “Together, we can ignite every sealing circle in Europe.” They pledged the cinder dagger to the Circle and departed under cover of night, the flame-born relic tucked safely in Sokolov’s pack.

’ ‘Now I prepare for war’ The voice was deep and very dark, not Sirius but the power inside him, and Anders stepped back not sure what to do or say, ‘Is that you, Sirius?’ ‘I am here Anders, we are one now, it is our power you will witness, when this is ended I will return to my rightful place with the Moon Goddess.’ Anders stepped back his face registering his shock and Sirius turned to him his eyes glowing brilliant gold, every part of him seemed to glow with the power inside him. ‘You know me, Anders.’ The deep voice said and the Beta fell to his knees bowing his head in supplication,