Fire Keeper Book Novels & Stories

While playing with a strand of my hair, I asked curiously, “With respect? Have you manipulated them or something?” Keir’s playful smirk widened, “Yes? I have some mysterious charm, Miss Firefly.” “Eh! I should definitely stay away from you, then. I can’t trust a tricky manipulator.” “Tsk! Tsk!” Keir suddenly leaned forward and picked up the book from the study table, “Miss Firefly, for your kind information after last night’s incident, this manipulator is allowed to meet you anytime and anywhere. Your whole pack is extremely grateful to me for saving the life of their precious Princess.”

The blood monster’s laughter made the little dragon and the holder of the Heaven Book even angrier. “No! When you’re free, I’m certain there’s a being who will destroy you so you can never be reborn! And I’m certain that day will come, monster! Just wait and see—the day of your freedom will also be the day you die!” replied the Keeper of the Book of Heaven. A black orb emerged from within his book, and with a powerful grip, the black orb shattered, causing him and the other two to vanish from that world. BOOOOOOMMMMM

Ekaris proposed. “Shiiii, she will catch us please”, she said using one finger to cross her mouth vertically to demonstrate what she meant. At the moment, approaching footsteps of the seeker made them to almost freeze like people that were being controlled by remote. Michelle knew she had some screeching noise, like Someone or something ran into the woods or probably, something was trying to hide on noticing her presence. She restrained her fast moving steps, she went slower trying to figure where exactly the noise was coming from. She walked round the whole observable areas surrounding the event spot trying to see what she could but was very unfortunate to see anything. As everywhere had al

She placed her hand on Longs chest, directly on her heart and channeled her healing and psychic powers to form a connection with the dragon. Emma felt a mental click in her mind and she suddenly felt weightless. She immediately saw that Long's fire was fading. She reached deep into Heart Ember and felt heat. "You need fire to start a fire, dearest daughter, the Ember will never willingly give you it's fire," Grimkeeper's voice rumbled. "Why are you here?" Emma demanded. "To witness your potential, Daughter," Grimkeeper simply answered. Emma ignored him but remembered what he said about starting a fire. She called her black flame! The Ember Heart was a huge glowing dragon heart and Emma did n

She quickly flipped through the pages until she arrived at the exact place in the exact year. “Winterrun Village … was found burning …” she mumbled in a whisper, reading as fast as she could. “Dragon had not been found?” her eyebrows rose. “A dragon with multiple heads had been caught in sight on the same day—” “Surrender NOW! The Archon Hunters will come and catch you soon,” the old keeper called out. Larice couldn’t read all of it, so she ripped the page off the book, folded it, and dug it in her black boots. She was about to stand up when—

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

Translating the words: ‘To the one who reads this. I, Brynjarr Guldbrandsen, Dragon King of Norway, and my family before me have had possession of this book for thousands of years now. We are its guardians, and hold it in readiness for the one who will truly need it. No one may possess this book without our blessing, along with that of the God, Sol, who gave this book to my family to protect. If you are the one we give this to, then you have our blessing, and our blades should you need them.’ Ash looks at her, then back at the book.

He whispered something in the Don’s ear. The Don listened, then turned to me, a playful smile on his lips. “Madeline, it seems your ‘old friend’ has arrived. He’s brought his last remaining asset—that important shipping dock on the East Harbor—and is begging for a meeting, seeking the Vitiello family’s protection.”

The missing piece of history. “You do not understand what this book contains.” Elara stepped closer. “Then explain it.” The Keeper looked toward the attacking soldiers. “They do not fear this journal because it reveals a mistake.” His voice lowered. “They fear it because it reveals who made that mistake.” The room seemed to grow colder. Riven looked at him. “You know who started the First War.” The Keeper closed his eyes. “I know who lit the first flame.” A pause. “But I also know who spent centuries trying to put out the fire they created.”

The hooded man slowly walked toward one final bookshelf standing alone in the center of the chamber. Unlike every other shelf... This one held only a single book. Its cover was completely black. No title. No symbol. Only a silver lock. The stranger rested his hand upon it. "For thousands of years..." "...someone has watched every Keeper." "They never interfered." "They only observed." Adrian frowned. "Why?" "Because readers never change a story..." "...until they dislike its ending." A cold wave passed through the library. Several lamps flickered. For the first time, the endless white sky above them darkened.