Daughter Of Fire Book の小説・ストーリー

Screens flickered to life with Cassia’s face. Her heartbeat. Her neural patterns. “Jesus,” Tatiana whispered. “They’ve been tracking her since birth,” Liam growled. “No,” Nova said slowly. “Since before.” On the main screen, a file opened automatically. Subject: Cassia Ashford Mother: Nova Blackthorne Father: Liam Ashford Status: Fireborn. Nova’s voice trembled. “What the hell is Fireborn?” The answer came from behind them. Adelaide stepped out of the shadows. “It means your daughter is the first of her kind.”

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

“You are the daughter of House Fiore, one of the greatest duchies in the empire. All those knights will bow to you and protect you with their lives. They will also respect you because you are their lady.” Sera wanted to believe him but there was still doubt in her mind. Did she deserve everything that she was experiencing at the moment? “Sera, did you know?” Xander whispered as he hugged her from behind. “My dear little sister, you are the daughter that our lineage thought we would never have.” “You are the flower that was born from the wolves,” Xander added. “And you are the Fiore among the Fiores.” “The Fiore among the Fiores?” Sera was confused. How could she be more Fiore when she was an

I think it finally dawns on him that there is some truth in my prophecy. Once Eurydice settles, I place her back on the couch and ask, "Better?" "Yes, Jessa. Thank you," her voice calm. Such a precocious little thing! "You're welcome," and I walk back to my couch and sit. I steal a glance at Brixtius, who is looking downcast. I now know that he knows if what I say is correct about Vesuvius being a volcano, that means his death is nigh. And if he sends his daughter away, he will be saving her life, but he'll never see her again.

I said inwardly as I tied it for him. I got adopted when I was still a six-month old baby, as I was told any time I asked about my parents. Dante Marcus was the only father I knew. His wife who was also my step mom owned a large pharmaceutical company and would most of the time stay at work. Dante Marcus was the owner of an executive watch company; they were so filthy rich but they still worked as if there would be no tomorrow. “you have heard about the blood tests that have been recently going round” he said as a matter of fact

Jessica clutched her daughter tightly. The heat grew unbearable, the fire raging mercilessly. Amora shut her eyes, trying to shield her mother, as the red flames drew closer, ready to consume them both.

“But you’ve already lost. Because while you were busy saving her…” He gestured to the horizon. Adrien’s head snapped around. And his breath caught. In the distance, the city burned. Towers collapsing, fire swallowing streets, screams carried on the wind. The Queen’s voice echoed through the night, this time not from Liora, but everywhere. The world burns, Adrien Vale. And your daughter will be my flame to finish it. Adrien clutched Liora tighter, his silver fire flickering weakly around them. His chest heaved as he stared between Kael’s glowing eyes and the inferno consuming the horizon.

"You must remember, my daughter. Fire is not your enemy. It is your inheritance." Catherine sobbed, torn from her by robed Elders. They pressed firebrands into the ground, sealing the woman in flame. Isabella stared in shock. "That was her mother," Arthur whispered. "Catherine... she was born of a Flamekeeper." "And they tried to erase it." They watched Catherine’s descent through the memories—from innocence to fury, from fury to madness. A girl who had been told to forget her blood. A woman who had chosen destruction to reclaim it.

There is a large popping sound as the fire hits the hearth. Faris jolts awake and squints in my direction. "What the fuck, Keena," he yawns. "What the fuck? What the fuck?!" I scream in his direction. "Explain to me why my daughter's house was burned to the ground." Fire is bursting from my fingertips, and it is becoming harder and harder to control. "Perhaps she lost control of her powers," Faris says, wiping the drool from his mouth. "Just like you are doing right now."

The scarred, hollow plain where his daughter had grown. The color drained from his face. His hands dropped to his sides. "Where—" His voice cracked. "Where is she? Where is my pup?" "Dead," I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Gone in the fire. The day you carried Eira to the healers, your daughter died. Dead." He staggered back as if struck by lightning, pale as bone. "Impossible," he whispered. "You were fine. You set the fire—how could you burn your own pup? You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying!"