Daughter Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

Cetus said once they were left alone in the room. “I followed my path partner, until I could do that no more. I just wanted to see to it that she had arrived safely,” Cetus frowned. What could happen to his daughter with that monstrous immortal? If the world ended right this second. His daughter would be the only being to survive the apocalypse. The fire essence was possibly as strong as Amalthea. But no one knew that for sure. The fire was conspicuous like that. And he had always kept to himself. It was intentional.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

“A prison? No. A throne. You just haven’t sat upon it yet.” The ground quaked beneath her feet, rivers colliding, spitting sparks into the air. Her flames surged, uncontrolled, feeding on her fear. Maelor’s hand extended, palm open. “Kneel, daughter of fire. Claim your place. You can burn the rift shut. You can end the war tonight. But only if you stop fighting yourself.” Her chest burned, split between two rhythms—her heart and his. The black fire whispered of glory. It showed her visions: the rift collapsing under her will, the horrors beyond banished in a single storm of flame. Her people kneeling, safe beneath her unchallenged rule. No more battles. No more doubt.

So I turned and followed him into the house. I could hear a man and woman yelling at the warriors inside and they were obviously the parents. I didn’t blame them for being so upset. But once they saw Ethan walk in, they stopped yelling. They weren’t going to disrespect the Alpha. Not even with their 14 year old daughter missing. Ethan was shown straight to the girls’ bedroom and I went into the kitchen where her parents are. “Hi. I’m Summer. I know that you’ve probably heard of me, but I wanted to introduce myself. Listen, if anyone is going to find your daughter then it will be Alpha Ethan. I know that.” I explained.

She looks old and skilled. I decided to learn more about her, so I started to do my research. She is the daughter of the moon and was sent to earth to guard some heavenly fire. She fought many wars and spilled the blood of whoever decided to get hold of the fire. And I do not know what happened, but she gave up on her life; she got cursed to complete her task, and then only she could enter the heavenly fire. And somehow, Ava got Ersa as her wolf.

Her words cut deep, stirring a memory I rarely touched. Years ago, I'd taken a blow meant for Zane, a wound so severe it left me infertile. As the Sanford heiress, I was expected to continue our bloodline—a duty he knew well. Yet he never suspected Martha's origins. She was not my father's biological daughter. "Are you so certain this child carries Sanford blood?" I asked. Martha clutched the baby, tears streaming down her face. "Zane, believe me. The child is yours."

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

I say quickly but my father shakes his head in response. "My time has come," his voice is quiet and hoarse. "You and your brother need to take care of one another. It is the only way this Kingdom will survive." And with those final words my father's eyes flutter shut and he is gone. End Flashback Still holding the prophecy book in my hands I look from the book to the fire in the fireplace. Tossing the book into the flames of the fire I watch as the flames try to engulf the book but it does not burn. I should have known that Fae magic would keep the book from burning in the fire. Using the fire poker, I fish the book out from the flames and place it back underneath my mattress.

Isaac fell on the other side, Matthew lunged before her ready to attack again, She got up and used her magic trying to burn him in an instant but he was not a weakling, he groaned raising his hands and ignited the red flames, "Red flames, you...!" she snorted but Matthew was prepared to attack her, he instantly bring his red flames to her, she stepped back but couldn't dodge them, her daughter came in the middle, "Don't hurt my mother...!" she was nearly burnt by the flames, Those red flames were considered to be the cruelest flames ever, nothing can stop them unless the owner changes his mind.