Daughter Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

The fire died before it reached me. She stared. "What the... oh... You're a spellweaver." "I'm not here to hurt you." I stepped through the broken doorway. "I'm your family. Technically." Her eyes went wide. Then they narrowed to slits. "What does that mean?" "I'm Sigourney's daughter." Red flooded her face. The temperature in the room spiked. "That ungrateful bitch who's the reason my mother is in this state?" Fire roared to life around her. Not small flames this time. A wall of heat and light that turned the entryway bright as noon. I grabbed for the threads, found them, started pulling them apart. The spell unraveled under my hands and the flames guttered out.

I demanded. Elias’s answer was slow, painful. “Because someone didn’t follow the burn order. Someone paid them after they were disbanded. And that someone was either your father… or your mother.” My mother. Helena Vale. The image of her ordering a kill, driven by her sharp, cold ambition, came far too easily.

Across the city, Sterling Enterprises stood tall and arrogant, lights gleaming like it believed itself immortal. I watched from a distance. When it happened, it wasn’t explosive. It was inevitable. A glow bloomed where history slept. Smoke curled upward like a confession. Alarms screamed. Sirens followed. And then— Fire. Beautiful. Terrible. Cleansing. I didn’t smile. I didn’t celebrate. I simply turned away. Because while the city watched a building burn, my father would feel something far worse. Fear. And somewhere in the dark, Lily was still breathing. Still fighting. Still mine. ---

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 change and performing a cursory exam of the fading burn marks on my thighs, relieved that the soup is not any hotter because this is a time where I could die from a splinter. "Jessa?" Eurydice asks. "Yes, little mistress?" I answer, pulling back the heavy curtain, letting the little girl peer into my tiny cell. "Papa wants you in his study. Now." The little girl smiles at me. She enjoys issuing commands directly from her father. "I'm sorry, little mistress. Can you show me to your father's study?"

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.