Daughter Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It will only make me so small and I can’t live with that. Pain about us is enough to make me suffer. I don’t need his disgusts once he knew who I am. No, I don’t. “ You’re right,” I contain my pain and gulp my sobs. “ The survivor of the fire wasn’t an heir, it wasn’t the son of Alpha Erebus. It was his only daughter, the heiress…it was me.” I sigh, my heart aches from digging up a wound that I tried to bury for a long time.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau