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Lyra and Darius screamed in unison, voices merging into one pathetic wail. Dark liquid splattered across the dirt like spilled ink—harmless now that the container was broken. They looked absolutely horrified, as if I had just smashed their last lifeline. I ignored them completely. I lifted my hand, palm facing the broken pieces. Heat curled around my fingers—warm, familiar, powerful. Silver flames bloomed from my skin like living fire, sweeping down in a controlled wave toward the shattered vial. The world lit up in silver. The flames devoured the remnants, burning hot enough to warp the dirt beneath it, leaving nothing but melted ash and scorched earth behind.

It clings to the fallen scout’s body, seeps into the cracks between the stones, settles at the back of my throat, thick and unforgettable, while I stand over him, trying not to gag. The silver burns across his chest still shine, casting a faint, unnatural glow—a sickly light that pulses in the twilight. Not like mine. Not the steady, living warmth I carry. These marks are twisted, ragged, the edges harsh and uneven, as if the magic that made them was wild and angry or simply didn’t care for flesh.

And here Katya was, feeling like a child trying to unlock secrets that were never meant for her. The silence was broken only by the quiet rustle of pages as she resumed her search. She flipped through the text with purpose, skimming over descriptions of flames with properties as varied as the people who wielded them. Blue flames of clarity, green flames of growth and protection, black flames of transformation—each described in vivid detail. But silver? It was like it didn’t exist in this world, or at least, in her mother’s understanding of it.

The flame turned silver. I did not move. Every witch who had ever held this grimoire knew what silver meant. My grandmother had written it in the margins in her small, precise hand and underlined it twice, the way she only underlined things she needed future generations to take seriously. Silver flame: the bond is not made. It is recognized. It was written before you were born. I sat back on my heels. The warmth in my chest no longer felt intrusive. It sat quietly now, settled and certain, and for one unguarded moment before I could pull myself back, it felt like the truest thing in the room.

The shadows pressed deeper, sinking into her skin, clawing into her soul. And then— A whisper. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. Rise, my daughter. You are more than this. You are mine. Her mother’s voice. Tears burned Selene’s eyes as heat exploded in her chest. She clutched at it, desperate, letting the silver spark catch fire. The shadows constricted—then shattered. Silver flame erupted from her body, surging skyward like a storm. The ground cracked, trees split, the very air trembling with the force of it. Her scream tore through the clearing, raw and divine, echoing far beyond mortal ears.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

Alex asked huskily, making me shiver in some unknown desires. "No..nothing." I stammered. Huh! What happened to me? Now why am I stammering? God! I wanna crawl under earth. "By any chance, is she having some kinky thoughts while teasing me?" Alex asked in his sexy voice, turning my ears red in colour. "Gosh! Stop it Alex! You're taking these teasings to the next level!" I exclaimed while fanning my face that's currently feeling hot with his comments. "Your word is an order, your highness!" Alex exclaimed, making me laugh out loud.

Her hands were still burning from the effect of silver on her skin but no one cared or bothered about that. Note: Hey guys, if you are reading this book please leave a kind review or gem. thank you for reading

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

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.