Daughter Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,

The gods stirred. And the Daughter of Fire stood beside the Wolf King, ready to burn destiny itself if it dared touch her again. The war wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

Alvin asked the book. The book remained silent for a moment before the pages started to turn by themselves. It stopped on a chapter called soulmates. "Look at the chapter Winter king. It explains about soul mates. A soul mate is the other half of your daughter's soul. If he managed to touch her heart as well, then he can help her. He will balance the fairy fire with his own. That way, your daughter will not succumb entirely to the fairy fire" the book said without any emotions in its voice.

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."

Her long dark curls bounced against her shoulders, and under the bright sunlight, the small white strands of hair along her left temple shined like pure silver threads. Seeing my daughter walk so beautifully as the flower girl made tears of intense happiness spill rapidly over my cheeks. I couldn't help but shed tears as I watched her. Just six months ago, my heart had been consumed by terrifying nightmares of an evil woman putting a blade to her small throat. But now, looking at my sweet girl, I knew she was safe. She possessed sacred Darkfire powers just like me, growing stronger every single day, and she had a fiercely loving, powerful father sitting right beside me to protect her from an

She wore the white dress Cecelia had made for the ceremony, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, her eyes fixed on mine with a calm that made no sense. "Luna, no!" The dark-haired man lunged toward her, but she was already moving, already stepping into the fire with the same deliberate grace she brought to everything. I watched my daughter walk through an inferno. The flames parted around her like water around a stone. They didn't touch her skin, didn't singe her dress, didn't so much as flutter her hair. She moved through the fire as if it were nothing more than warm air, her four-year-old feet steady on ground that should have been too hot to bear.

Not when I am here. The wolves line up, ready to attack. Judging by what I see, the wolves are vastly outnumbered. So I push myself forward next to the wolf, whom I assume is king. I looked at him and smirked. I lifted my hands and flames rose from my hands. “I’m an Alpha’s daughter. I would never just be back up,” I told him. To which he nods his head. I launch fireballs toward the approaching enemy. Taking out as many creatures, killing a bunch of them before the wolves launch their attack.

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

I couldn't match my father's phoenix fire – he'd been marinating in the Flame Realm for months, absorbing its power. Sarah tried to help, but her Bridges led to more problems. Every portal she opened brought through Flame Realm prisoners, each worse than the last. A serial killer made of molten glass. A fallen angel with burning wings. A witch who'd tried to burn reality itself. "We need to leave!" James shouted, his magic failing against the onslaught. "Where?" I gasped, dodging my father's claws. "The whole city's—" My father's hand closed around my throat. His touch burned through my corruption like acid, making me scream. The baby kicked violently, its divine nature reacting to the threa

In and out. We made out way quicker than I imagined over to the other side. Once we were there, he smiled down at me. "Miss Reign, a pleasure to see you again. Unfortunately for you, it will not be for long. It surprised me actually, I never thought that Miss Smith would actually give up her most prized possession, but I guess everyone has a price-" I could see the barrel of the gun held in Jace's hand line for his father's head. This was the first time that I had see fear in his eyes, his own son was the one holding the gun, the ammunition. Almost instantly all gun went up. "Son. My son, would you ever do this to me, your own father-"