Daughter Of Fire Book Novelas e Histórias

My entire body trembled as the fire spread under my skin, burning through every shadow he left behind. Zac’s voice turned into a howl, echoing in the distance. “You can’t kill me!” “Yes,” I gasped, my voice cracking. “I can.” The light burst outward. The world shook. My body arched in agony as the flames consumed everything...the forest, his face, every memory of him that had haunted me. Through the blinding fire, I heard a sound...a soft, broken cry. Not mine. Hope’s. My heart clenched at the sound of my daughter’s voice, small and fragile, echoing through the burning void. “Mommy…”

Her cane turned into one long glowing ropes, she ran, leaped into the air spinning and landing between Makahi and the Lycans. She jerk the rope hard and all five of the Lycan’s lost their heads. She turned just as the dragon released his fire directly at them. She turned and kicked Makahi off the top of the jet just as the flames consumed her. She was the daughter of the dragon god, their dragon's fire doesn't harm her or her granddaughter. She looked down and saw that Makahi was now fighting his way to his mate. She looked up at Lynx and felt sadness at what that stupid witch had done to him. She needed to stop him somehow, she looked at the many Lycans that were left.

Lady Fion was undeniably stupid. “All of you knew that Zaya is my daughter. All of you knew that she came from my womb. You knew that my daughter is not an immortal baby. Do not commit more mistakes and listen to me!” “You are not our Queen anymore. You cannot order us like before anymore.” Fion was testing my patience. “Make sure you will not regret every word you say to me, Fion.” I summoned the hottest fire and surrounded the whole mountain. They all stepped back when they felt the hotness of the fire. Not a thing a blue fire could not burn. Blue fire could burn souls.

She was beyond scared. Everyone she loves could be gone in minutes because of a single nip. And she dreaded it. That's why she's hidden it from everyone. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of fire. It was the ice in Catherine's heart that led her to set fires, and even in London she had that ability, a "pyrokinesis," where she could forge and control fire with her mind.

“And this one… he’s the finest container of all. Pure blood.” She reached out for Leo. June didn’t think, didn’t plan. She let the fire inside her burst free. A column of orange flame exploded from her. Hecate staggered back. The heat was so fierce the floor charred black in an instant. June stood in the heart of the fire, hair floating, eyes blazing like twin suns. “Get away from my son!” June roared. Hecate laughed. Not a scratch on her. She stood in the middle of June’s fire and breathed in deep.

She pressed them close, feeling their warmth , yet something darker stirred. Behind her, Selene’s eyes narrowed. “Mother,” she whispered, “look upon her.” Nyra turned, hands trembling. Seated upon the shattered throne was a single figure: her eldest daughter, Iris Ashfire, once thought stillborn, now standing in obsidian armor threaded with molten veins. She was eight summers old, her skin burned with living fire , her hair fell in sparks like cinders. Her eyes, however, were impossible pools of endless night. The assembly gasped , Ryker’s jaw dropped , Kaelia’s arms trembled.

Serena saw: The first time the fire was born—from a daughter trying to preserve her mother’s final story. An ancient marriage between two flamekeepers that was erased when kingdoms fell. A soldier who carried fire across oceans just to tell his fallen brother’s tale to their homeland. And then— She saw herself. Sitting in a future cottage by a lake. Laughing. Holding a child with Elias’s eyes and her wild hair. She gasped. The Heart pulsed, then fell. Right into Serena’s chest.

* How could they all just stand there, so frozen, so empty? I tried to struggle in their grip, against the inevitable, but they dragged me towards the fire. Oh, for goodness' sake, don't do it!" I prayed in supplication, my voice trembling. "Take me if you must…but leave her alone!" But my entreating was met with scornful and icy laughter, and I knew there was no more mercy to be won. Whether I pleaded and worshipped, nothing ever came into their hearts. And as they threw us into the flames, I enfolded my daughter in my last spurt of strength. Her small battered body against mine, her cries mixed with the howl of the fire. I kissed her forehead, vowing things I did not even hope might ever b

The flames danced in her grasp, a manifestation of an ability beyond what men could believe. My father's cold eyes were now replaced with what I could call fear as this strange girl stepped in. However, my father studied the strange girl with recognition. "Nikki, I am your father. We need to talk," My father implored, hoping to bridge the gap between them. I looked at her with bright eyes. So this was the so-called Nikki? He was damn powerful. "I don't know you, Alex," she retorted, the flames in her hands flickering with increased intensity. The black rogues in my father's cabin began to throw arrows at her, but she burnt it with her fire.