Fire Keeper Book Novels & Stories

He sets her down on the grass and she hunches over, coughing and breathing in as much fresh air as she can until her throat clears and her eyes stop watering. Taking one last deep breath, Noel sits back on her knees and looks up at Harken, but her eyes quickly shift to the bright light behind him. “Oh god…Harken, look!” she says and points behind him. Harken turns to see half the shed now on fire, the forgotten stick sitting next to the corner of the structure.

she said quietly, “is the true oath of the Weber line.” I took it hesitantly, the book strangely warm in my hands. As I opened it, the scent of ancient parchment and binding spells filled my nose. The first page was simple. One symbol. A bloodline knot. But on the second page, I gasped. Words burned into my mind like brands. "The Guardian shall not merely seal the darkness. She shall be its Keeper. It's Warden. It's last Hope if the Balance falls." My fingers tightened around the book. “Keeper?”

Even Ryder stiffened, his wolf, Aiden, pressing hard against his skin with a low growl of warning. Evren inhaled sharply. “A guardian.” The figure turned, the glow of its gaze falling upon Crystal. “Not a guardian. The guardian. Keeper of the first Flame, bound to its vessel until time breaks.” Crystal swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “You… know me?” The figure tilted its head. “I know what you carry. But the question is, do you?” The flames surged higher. Heat swept through the chamber. Crystal’s heart pounded. She had faced traitors, Silver Fang, even Elira herself, but this felt different.

“Then why is it choosing us now?” Mira stepped forward, quiet as always. “Because we’re ready to understand it,” she said. 5. The Fire Circle We created a chamber of protection twelve of us in a ring, the oldest Keepers and Hollow guardians, with Mira and me at the center. The spark hovered between us, still shape-shifting. Dahlia laid down an old scroll in front of it something written by the first Queen of the Spiral Flame. The spark touched it. And in an instant, the ink vanished.

Only, instead of a sword, he’s wielding fireballs instead. A piercing scream leaves my lips when the figure aims the scorching flames at me, and instinctively my hand rises in the air to protect myself. By some miracle, or maybe it was pure instinct on my part, a shield suddenly appears before me to block off the attack. The shield is made of flaming glass, curved to enclose my entire body within its protection.

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

Voty and Pakuri dismounted their rheas, and they sent fireballs flying towards palisades and the gate. Because they were never meant to keep Karainas in or out, they were made of wood. In a few seconds, they went up in flames, forming an impassable barrier. Even if they could handle fire, the Karainas weren’t immune to it. Dark smoke billowed into the sky as Scarlett took one last look at the village. The only thing she could see was the ruins of what had been the tall skywatcher’s post. Sunu started shaking her head, bothered by the smoke. Scarlett hadn’t been able to practice riding her, but she felt safe on the bird who had chosen her. If anything, she was just as important as Mimbi to he

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But instead of taking me to the hospital, Tucker drove straight to his apartment. With each moment, my fever spiked, and my condition continued to spiral downward. At last, what little reason I had left crumbled away. I sank into Tucker in the driver's seat, my lips trailing kisses along his neck and just behind his ear. I could feel his Adam's apple bob, his breaths becoming more uneven as the seconds slipped by. Even so, he held his composure, his hands locked around the steering wheel.

Nothing was going to be sufficient except the thing the hidden book had described in language I had read by candlelight three nights ago while sitting on the edge of my bed with my heart in my throat. A Flame Keeper's power. The specific warmth of it — not as a weapon, not extracted, not forced — but given. Willingly. The healing kind, the kind that went to the root of things rather than the surface, the kind that could follow the curse back to wherever it was anchored and pull it out the way you pull a splinter — with patience and precision and the understanding of exactly what you were reaching for. Me. I was the only thing that could fix this. And I did not yet know how.