Dark Flame Kat Silver Novels & Stories

I whispered. The healer finally gave me a genuine smile. "Thank you, Silver." "Kendra." "What?" He looked puzzled. "Silver is my wolf. My name is Kendra." "Well then, it's lovely to meet you, Kendra. I wish it were under better circumstances." Skye stood, letting my hand go, and rolled up his sleeves. "Now then, what do you want to do about this baby? I can save it, or I can do nothing, and it will die."

“Katla, I’m so sorry. I know you’re mad, but I promise I didn’t know until I saw the Night Flame come alive as it touched your skin. Please, believe me. I still don’t understand, but I want us to figure this out together. Ok?” “The Night Flame?” She asked. “The purple diamond, it’s special and it can only be controlled by the prophesied princess, the direct descendant of the Moon Goddess herself at the time of Her choosing. I think that might be you, Katla,” I walked across the room, sat on the floor next to her, and held her. “Damien. Something happened. I can’t find it,” she cried. “That’s why I screamed.” “Can’t find what, Katla?”

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She stroked her, watching me intently. I took a deep breath. “I have the moon fire too… or as Dante put it, I am the heart of fire.” I said, closing my eyes as I summoned my powers forth raising my hand. I heard Kataleya gasp as I opened my eyes, feeling Skyla’s aura swirling around her as they stared at my hand where I was holding a shimmering flame-like glow of silver and gold intertwined. “That’s…. incredible. But… how are you doing that… you seem to have more control over it than Mama and Uncle.” Skyla breathed in awe, as Kataleya nodded.

says Lumi. “What do you mean,” asks elder Carole. “When the time comes, Davina is going to have to kill her brother,” says Katla. I can hear the slight annoyance in her voice. I like her. “Why does it have to be her,” asks elder Carole. Katla rolls her eyes at her. I really like her. “Because Alastor has absorbed the powers of ten silver dragons. He is extremely powerful. You want to be the one to go up against him be my guest. You’ll be dead before you can say fire,” says Katla.

His hand twitched like he wanted to reach for me, but he didn’t. The elders shouted. “She’s dangerous!” “She’ll destroy us!” “Alpha, control her!” “I can’t!” Damien’s voice cracked. Selene clung to him tighter. “Kill her! Kill her before she kills us all!” “Shut up!” I roared. The Silver fire exploded higher, reaching the ceiling. Wolves fell to their knees, covering their eyes. The heat pressed down on all of them. I stood, burning, crying. ,Silver flames wrapped me like wings. My wolf howled, fierce and broken, the sound shaking the night sky.

She finished and finally took the fork between her lips, closing the meat into her mouth as she began to chew. The whole table grew silent, watching Silver as they waited for her comeback. Burke groaned. “I don't appreciate being dragged into this, ma'am,” Tatiana spoke before Silver could. "I am satisfied with what life has given me." "Well your daughter isn't!” Felicia scoffed “Because I have a mind of my own! How is that her fault?!” Silver exploded, standing up. “Do not think for a minute that going after my mother is the way to get to me. If anything you will only make me more angry and trust me, you do not want that. I am not here to create trouble, but I will if you force my hand.”

“Then let us see who the stronger one is.” She raised her hands, and suddenly, waves of dark energy shot toward them. Wolves scattered to the sides, growling and snapping at the shadows that reached for them, but the First Flame flared, forming a protective dome of silver fire around Selene and Killian. The darkness struck it, sizzling and boiling against the silver barrier, and Morgana’s eyes narrowed with frustration. “You cannot hide behind your flames forever,” she hissed. “I will burn everything you love, and then I will take the power that is rightfully mine.”

The silver flame pushed back. Not against me. Against the rage craft inside me. It moved through the current of compressed fury the way water moves through a blocked channel, finding the gaps, widening them, turning the pressure from something that wanted to destroy into something it could process and absorb. The Ancients had said the silver flame was a purifier. I had used it to burn working out of rivers and out of children and out of corrupted ground. I had never used it on something this concentrated or this large. It worked anyway.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you