Fire Keeper Book Novels & Stories

“Boom!” The violent jolt blacked out my vision for a moment, my organs feeling as if they’d shifted inside me. Yet through the dust, a surge of grim satisfaction coursed through me when I saw their terrified faces. Just as I steadied the car and prepared for the next strike, a deafening roar filled the air. The massive sound of a helicopter drew near, and through the loudspeakers above came the team manager’s voice. “Found them! Fire brigade! Put out the fire!”

“Then what, she just stands here while the house gets torn open?” Aira’s breath shook. Through the bond, she could still feel Mira upstairs. Pain. Fear. And underneath it something worse. Someone else. A cold presence moving through the pack house like a shadow with intent. Not Mara. Something older. The watcher in the water whispered, almost too quietly to hear. “The keeper has a hand inside the house.” Darian went pale. “No.” Aira turned sharply. “What is a keeper?” Nobody answered at first. Then the watcher said, “A mouth for the second door.”

“What are you?” Her expression softens—just a fraction. “I am the third flame. I’m the keeper of the hinge. The one who remembers why the lock was made.” Elias’ voice cracks, “what’s behind it?” Her smile widens slowly, beautifully, terribly. “Everything you were meant to destroy.” The runes detonate with a violent light. The cavern begins to shake. And somewhere far above us, I feel the wards around the pack fracture for the first time—like glass under pressure.

“I remembered me.” He smiled. “Then the fire didn’t change you. It brought you back.” He pulled her into his arms. “You’re the only thing keeping me from forgetting what matters,” she whispered. “You’re the only reason I still burn,” he replied. Kael knelt in the sand, tracing the child’s drawing with trembling fingers. Darian stood nearby. “You were there, weren’t you?” Kael asked. “In the beginning?” “I was nearby,” Darian admitted. “What happened to the first flamekeeper?”

I asked loudly but didn't get any response from him, so I just decided to read what was written on it. "Darkness, blood, and death will soon invade our world. Flamis, Glaciers, Baylans, and of all tribes are in danger. Only the Fated Savior can save us all! Born in a forbidden love but was blessed with four great guardians as protectors. We must find her!" I shifted my gaze back at Cool after reading the page containing their so-called 'prophecy'. "So, how does this explain everything?" I asked with a doubtful look. "Simple. You are the Fated Savior and I am one of your guardians. Do I need to tell more?" He answered with a cold expression.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

But it was just in time to miss the wide open jaws of a Chimera. Within seconds the Reavers had materialized, and I watched as they all shot green fireballs at the creature, who was definitely affected but kept pushing forward. I didn’t think about materializing this time, but I had run forward in front of the commotion to try and keep a lookout. The green fireballs were helping to keep the creature from snapping at anyone, but I got this strange feeling that I needed to walk over to the creature. It wasn’t dead, but it was bound within a green flame being held by all of the Reavers, so I walked over to it. “Hold on!” I shouted and everyone stopped and looked at me with wide eyes as I walked

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

She blinked back a few tears and nodded. He pushed all else from his mind, focusing on saving more lives, and took off at a trot for the entrance to Great Olympian Hall. But just as he was set to ascend the main steps, a dazzling and terrifying display of light filled the sky. He stepped back to better grasp the spectacle and his mouth dropped. A moving, convulsing snake-like fire had shot straight into the sky as if it were a tornado in reverse. Only this was no natural phenomenon. James’s chest clenched with despair because he knew of only one person or entity capable of creating the devastating fire: Oliver Burton.

When the light finally dimmed, something stood in the center of the basin. It was tall—twice my height—and made of molten stone and shadow. Its eyes were embers, burning too bright to look at. Its voice, when it spoke, shook the earth. “Child of flame,” it said. “You carry what was lost.” My throat went dry. “Who are you?” It tilted its head. “Once, I was called the Keeper. Now, I am what remains.” Seraphine stepped forward cautiously. “Keeper of what?” The creature’s gaze turned toward her, then back to me. “Of the first fire. The one your kind stole and forgot. Until she took it back.”