Dark Fire Soldier #1 Novels & Stories

I continued, "I am sorry— for continuously putting you in danger, you almost died because of me... I am so sorry about— V... I am sure she was a good person," "She is... Thanks, Celestine, that was very... Kind of you," he smiled, locking eyes with me, there is something about him I liked... More than I should, the kind that makes me yearn for something I never had, and will never have, "We should keep moving," Amber announced, "Soon as darkness hits... Valdomore will send an army... For the both of you," "That's one of the reasons I wore the W.I.K.D's gear, to hide my heartbeat but they know I can walk in the sun and that is enough to spike their interest," he stood from the river,

They're still focused on the huddled soldiers. Doing my best to look like I'm staying still, I carefully and slowly reach into my pocket. I grab and pull out my lighter. Leaning close to the soldier, I slowly hold out my hand and push down on the button. I start a fire and set the pants sleeves of the soldier beside me on fire. Pulling my hand back just as the soldier turns to me, he sees the bright-yellow flame and screams. He drops his gun and starts to jump around. "Ahh," he screams as he runs in circles.

’ I tell him before sweeping my eyes around in search of any threats that slip by Lucern, Remiel, or Morgana. Pulling forth a fireball into the palm of my hand, I fling it towards the soldier that was able to fly over the barrier of the undead and was heading straight towards Kenji. A scream erupts from the soldier’s lips as he falls to the ground covered in a layer of fire that will not go out no matter how many times he rolls around in the dirt.

Every second stretches into an agonizing eternity as we wait for the first weapon to clear the doorway, bracing ourselves for the inevitable, bloody clash in the dark. Instead of a volley of energy fire or a charging line of bayonets, the lead rogue soldier steps into the chamber alone, his hands held high and empty in the air. He is wearing the dark, heavy armor of Blackfang’s elite guard, but the aggressive posture of a conqueror is entirely absent from his frame.

Blood painted the earth, and bodies, friend and foe were stacked like broken promises. This was her doing. Her power had won them the war. But at what cost? Dara approached cautiously. Her arm was bandaged, her face still smeared with soot. “You haven’t spoken since the battle ended.” Lyra didn’t look at her. “I can still smell him.” “The soldier you burned?” “He wasn’t just a soldier. He was a boy. He hesitated. I didn’t.” Silence. “You saved me,” Dara said quietly.

Dust and smoke billowed into the room, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of high-grade explosives. Through the haze walked three figures. They weren't the standard mercenaries. These were taller, bulkier, their armor pulsing with a faint purple runic script. Morana’s elite. The Hollow Men. "Secure the package," the lead soldier said, his voice mechanical. He raised a weapon—a glowing staff that crackled with electricity. Kai burst through the hole in the wall a second later. He was bleeding from a gash on his arm and his chest plate was cracked, but he was still standing. He roared and tackled the lead soldier, driving him into the concrete floor.

Darkfire. The realization hit me like a crashing wave. The lycans that attacked me weren’t random rogues. They weren’t mercenaries acting alone. They were rulers. That meant they had to be from one of the six other clans—Korvus, Stormbringer, Drakon, Vandros, Bloodstone, or Darkfire. I gripped the parchment tighter, my breath unsteady. This wasn’t just a small dispute. This was an act of war. In the world of lycan politics, interfering in another ruler’s business without consent was already a serious offense. But to attack the queen of a ruling clan? That was beyond treason. It was a declaration of war.

“Light it.” The soldiers obeyed without hesitation. Flames leapt hungrily onto the hideout’s wooden supports, spreading across the walls with terrifying speed. Smoke plumed into the sky, thick and black, a symbol of the end of Malrik’s reign. The fire roared, consuming the cursed grounds until it was nothing but ruin. Warriors watched in grim silence, the crackle of destruction echoing across the clearing. Enzo turned away first. “Back to the pack. Our people await.”

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a