Fire Keeper Book Novels & Stories

Watch his knuckles go white on the steering wheel. We're driving into a trap. A carefully orchestrated trap designed to take Neah. And we have fifty-six minutes to figure out how to spring it without losing her. Ahead, smoke rises on the horizon. Iron Valley is burning. And somewhere in that fire, a scientist who thinks he owns my sister is waiting to collect his prize. Over my dead body.

I say quietly to Selene later that night. She looks at me. “Meaning?” “Meaning the Axis will outgrow singular stewardship,” I answer. “Whether we want it to or not.” Rowan stiffens. “You’re saying she won’t always be the center.” “I am saying she may become the first reference,” I clarify. Selene absorbs that without flinching. “Then Book Four,” she says slowly, “is about expansion.” “And Book Five,” Rowan adds grimly, “is about survival.”

His nails are sharp and he has a big tail on his back. So the Basilisk has this semi-human form? I brought my eyes back to his face, there was no denying that he was a handsome man, but you couldn't feel the attraction because of his strange appearance. My name is Faris, keeper of the fire relic. Introduce it to us. His voice was deep, My eyes widened. "You can shift?!" I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it.

"Yeah, but I'm your idiot." Despite everything, I couldn't stop laughing—a little, weak sound that seemed like a lifeline in the darkness. "You have a knack for showing up when I need you most." "It's a gift," he murmured, his grin growing, but the strain in his eyes never left. "Now, let's figure out how to outsmart a flaming demigod, shall we?" The Keeper observed our conversation in quiet, its flaming shape flickering like a candle in the wind. When it spoke again, its tone seemed strange. "You would defy the natural order for her?" it challenged Eric, the flames fading somewhat.

“You’re part of it.” One of the Harbingers moved but It reached for Freya. She screamed, the symbol on her palm burned. A flare of light erupted from her hand pure white. The Harbinger shrieked and recoiled, smoke peeling from its skin. And the Keepers finally looked afraid. “You touched the heart,” the tall Keeper said. “You carry its spark.” Freya’s eyes glowed. “I carry fire," she said. Suddenly she turned to me. “We’re leaving.”

Dreadfall Citadel. The first man moved forward, his red tattoos twirling over his chest and up his strong arms as though they were alive. As he spoke in a forceful tone, his piercing eyes met hers. He declared, "I am the Keeper of Flames." “I protect the fires that create destiny.There would be no creation and no light to lead the way if there were no fire.”

And beside the fire stood a figure cloaked in obsidian robes, their face hidden. “I wondered when the flame-child would come,” the figure said, voice neither male nor female. “But I did not expect you to come alone.” Isabella stepped forward, cautious. “Who are you?” “I am what remains. The Keeper. The Womb of Flame.” “The Elders said nothing of you.” “The Elders forgot many things when they chose fear over memory.” She circled the heart-fire, watching it flicker in rhythm with her own pulse. “You watched everything,” she said. “You could have stopped it.”

In front of both of them, I dialed a number. "There's trash here. Send someone to clean it up." I had just sent one set of trash away. Then the doorbell rang again. When I opened it, Joe stood there with a smile. He set a parcel on the table—supplements good for a succubus, meant to ease the agony of my heat. They were rare and precious; he'd thought to bring them. "Have you decided?" he asked gently. "Want to consider a new master? I'll take responsibility."

The floating flames swirled into spirals. And a voice—deep, steady, kind—echoed all around her. > You found me. Lyra’s breath caught. “Who are you?” > I am what was left when the first universe ended. The flame that refused to fade. The air rippled, and from the heart of the blackened tree rose a figure— a man formed entirely of gold and ember, his eyes gentle and knowing. > I am Nareth—the keeper of the first flame. --- The Keeper Speaks

Grace and Edgar also have to be good at reading the situation and stepping in without knowing who is acting up. Then throw the ball of blame on someone else, if something starts to sniff out that could make them harmed. And unfortunately, one of their victims was his own brother; Jeffry Langham. Actually, Grace was not that heartless but Jeffry's words before the case was revealed, made her hurt.