Novel & Cerita Earth Wind & Fire: Fantasy

“Alright, sweetheart. You’re safe now. What did the wind say?” Serenya took a breath. Closed her eyes. And when she spoke… her voice was not her own. It was older. Ancient. Laced with power she hadn’t even touched yet. “When dusk meets dawn beneath the mountain’s crown, The one who runs shall carry the sound. When light bends twice and stars turn red, A bond will break, a truth long dead. One child born with the spirit of flame, One with the wild, untamed and unnamed. The herd shall gather, the skies shall part—

His final words had pierced my heart like a blade. Tucker stepped forward and met my gaze. Still dazed, I lifted my head and really took him in for the first time. He towered over Morgan in both height and strength, his tailored suit outlining every muscle. His scent was a blend of cedar and raw, masculine pheromones. With every breath, his presence eased the restless heat simmering deep within me. There was something in his scent that spoke of a kindred spirit and a powerful presence. My newly awakened wolf insisted he was the most suitable person to help me through my mating season.

His eyes were wild, alight with power. “I remember now,” he said calmly. “What we were. What we are.” “What are we, baby?” Lilly asked softly, stepping toward him. “Guardians,” he said, voice echoing. “Firebound. Flameborn. The wolves of the ember oath.” Behind him, the sigils still glowed. And deep within the earth, something ancient opened its eyes. The wind shifted. It carried the scent of burning cedar and iron. Not from the fire itself—but from memory. From legacy. My wolf bristled beneath my skin, muscles twitching with the echo of a battle not yet begun.

Goldfire drips from my fingertips, sizzling where it hits the stone. "Lily!" Arthur's voice is distant, muffled. The storm whispers in my ear, its voice like cracking ice: "Let us in." I press my hands to my stomach, feeling the power there—not just mine, not just hers, but something older. The goldfire surges, brighter than ever, painting the cathedral walls in hues of dawn. For one terrifying second, the storm parts. And in the clouds, vast beyond comprehension, a pair of golden eyes opens. "Mother," the wind sighs.

It remembered me. The wind whispered through the Forest of the First Flame, where trees bled light and leaves murmured spells when touched. The air smelled like lilac, moonstone, and lightning. And then—voices. “She’s here…” “She came back…” “The curse that walks.” “The Queen who burns.” Creatures emerged from the mist. Not humans. Not gods. Not beasts. Something between. Wolven-folk with six wings, eyes like galaxies. Elementals made of glass and flame, their voices humming in music.

Aise zaroori ho mujko tum Jaise hawaayein saanson ko (You are necessary for me like the air for breathing) Aise talaashoon main tumko Jaise ki paer zameeno ko (I keep searching for you like feet search for the ground) Hansna ya rona ho mujhe Paagal sa dhundun main tumhein (Whether I need to laugh or cry. I search for you like someone gone crazy) Kal mujhse mahabbat ho na ho Kal mujhko ijaazaat ho na ho

The air around turned into a sea of flames at once, burning away relentlessly, but they vanished as soon as they came in contact with Wilbur and Augheimer's defense barriers. The Earth God shouted, "I'll settle this!" He muttered a spell, and the ground cracked open as Wilbur and Augheimer fell into a bottomless abyss. The Earth God smirked, and the crack began to close up. Yet just a few seconds later, the ground exploded as Wilbur and Augheimer flew back up. The Tornado God cast a spell to bring about a fierce gust of wind filled with countless razor-sharp blades, but they were still unable to do any damage to Wilbur and Augheimer's barriers.

Shadows writhed and twisted, a manifestation of the dark energies at play. As he fought, the desolate realm revealed its true nature. A wave of Emberhounds, fiery wolf-like beasts with burning fur, charged toward him, their eyes glowing like molten coals. The ground crackled beneath their paws, and Flameheart could feel the heat radiating off their bodies. He leaped aside, narrowly avoiding their snapping jaws, the air thick with the scent of singed earth.

‘Whoever heard of fish being called after characters from Gone With the Wind? It seemed apt at the time, since she'd bought them after her night with Collins Templeton... a night that was gone with the wind though she'd always remember it. 'At least it shows there's some romance left in your soul,' Favour reasoned, returning to her pitch. 'Khalid could be good for you.' Jasmine shrugged, not wanting an argument today of all days. 'Well, if he is, he is.' 'So you will give him a chance.'

Terra et igne, mari et caelo, (TER-ra et I*-ne, MĀ-rī et KAI-lo) Praesentiam eorum celeriter volare sinite, (Prae-sen-ti-am E-ō-rum cel-ER-it-er wo-LĀ-re SIN-i-te) Magia ligatos, celeriter et libere, (MAG-i-a lig-Ā-tōs, cel-ER-it-er et LIB-er-e) Ex illo loco eos ad me deferte! (Ex ILL-ō LŌ-co Ē-ōs ad mē de-FER-te) Through the winds that twist and turn, Through space and time, let pathways churn, Across the realms, both far and near, Bring them now, their path made clear. By earth and flame, by sea and sky, Let their presence swiftly fly, Bound by magic, fast and free, Deliver them from there to me!