Novel & Cerita Eye Of The Flame

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

It required perfect coordination between the mind, eyes, and hands. Years ago, when I saved Owen from drowning, my eye was struck by a rock at the bottom of the river. From that day on, my left eye's vision deteriorated to the point of near blindness. The doctor told me that if I insisted on continuing embroidery, I would eventually go completely blind in that eye. At the time, a high-ranking official pressured me to embroider a gown for his wife. Owen took a considerable risk to refuse on my behalf. He was thrown into prison and tortured, yet he never gave in.

"I'm so sorry, Ophelia. I didn't know Benedit would save me first. I had already passed out from the smoke. If I had been conscious, I never would've allowed him to do that. "Please don't be mad at Benedict. If you want to take it out on someone, take it out on me." Saying this, she grasped my wrist and weakly slapped her own face a few times. I watched her little performance with cold indifference. She knew full well that my hand was burned, still wrapped in bandages, and too weak to exert any force. How convenient—she used that to stage this pathetic act. I must have been blind before. How had I never noticed she was the ultimate manipulative schemer?

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

A sigil marked the top: the twin moons, split down the center by a dagger. “In the oldest packs,” Ronan explained, “there was a tale of a she-wolf born under a blood moon. The ‘Moon’s Eye.’ Said to wield beauty as a weapon and betrayal as her tongue. She rises during a time of fractured bonds, to bring ruin to both Alphas and rogues alike—unless the ‘True Flame’ stands in her path.” “Selena,” Evelyn whispered. “She’s the Moon’s Eye.” Ronan nodded grimly. “And you… you may be the Flame.”

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

“And I chose to fill it.” She screamed Ewen’s body convulsed The seal trembled But I didn’t flinch I lifted my hand And called the fire not as a weapon As a witness It flared bright, then dimmed And in its place stood her A form made of ash and light, wrapped in robes of shadow and regret The First Flame Or what was left of her Her face was half mine, half ruin “You think you’ve won?” she hissed. “You’ve only delayed the inevitable.” I stepped closer

ABBY POV I stared at him with an apology eyes but all I could see was him fuming in anger that when I knew I will definitely be fired! That is if he doesn’t lash on me before firing me! for a moment I saw something weird, it was a flash of burning flames, I blink my eyes and open it to see if I’m not seeing things, but the moment I open my eyes. His eyes were normal Wait didn’t i just see his eyes turn into burning flame Just now or I’m I now seeing things