Novel & Cerita Fire Lord Izumi Daughter

she said, her voice like warm thunder, “tonight, you are no longer just a daughter of the past. You are reborn as Fiamma. One of us. Bearer of flame. Child of the Phoenix Heart.” A hush fell. Then, a cheer broke like wildfire. Agalaya placed her palm on my chest, above my heart, and I felt a warmth pulse through me. “Welcome, daughter of fire,” she whispered. “Tonight Fiamma, we dine. We feast, we honor your presence.”

Moments later, the alarm sounded, acknowledging the Dragon King leaving the building. "Lazareth, I need you to go and find your witch friends; tell them without their help, I don't think Charlotte will make the transition. I'm afraid the dragon spirit that bound itself to her is a legendary one." There was a wealth of knowledge in such few words, the underlying worry in the healer's voice enough to convince Lazareth to hurry. And nodding once more, he unfolded himself from the chair and sprinted out of the room. Titan waited until they were alone, before speaking to the unconscious girl.

'You wish! With a fierce cry, I shot the flame of fire in a particular direction, my instincts had been nudging me to. I had deliberately kept my eyes from straying to the place so as not to give away my intent. I looked at the place I had released the fire on and there was Lilibeth with Iris in front of her as a shield. Iris started struggling with her like I saw in my vision. 'If you want to destroy me with your flame, then be prepared, for your daughter is going to be destroyed alongside me!' she said laughing.

“But I’m not that girl anymore.” She raised her hand. The fire leapt from her chest—not flame, but light. Ancestral, bright, blue-white. It seared through the Root’s illusion like sunlight through fog. The Marla-thing screamed—not in pain, but in rage. The path ahead burned clean, and the creature crumbled into dust. Emily fell to her knees again, chest heaving. Her hands were still on fire—but it didn’t hurt. The fire was part of her now. Controlled. Focused.

Something inside me cracks. “No,” I whisper. “You’re still in there. I know it.” Victor raises a hand. “Let’s find out. Prove to her who she is. Fight her.” “What?” I blink in shock. “Fight her,” he repeats. “If she beats you, she stays. If you win, she’s free.” My daughter lifts her hands. Her fingers glow with black fire. “I don’t want to fight you,” I say. “You don’t have a choice,” she says coldly…And then she attacks.

A bad omen. It is unfair. She never wanted any of these. She just want to have a normal life! Why? Why her? “Because the fire chooses you, Sierra.” What the voice said made her stop. “I am always watching you since you were a baby.” The voice continued. “How?” she asked weakly. “The spirit of fire has been wandering for three hundred years trying to find a perfect vessel. Your mother is the direct descendant of Artemis. Your father's ancestor is a woman named Indite. The Goddess of majic.”

I gesture my hand again for them to stop talking. ‘They still believe we are responsible for the deaths of the humans and some of their pack members. But, during all this, Alpha Maximus’s daughter, Lylah, was there, and it turns out we are blood flames.’ ‘Master has found his blood flame,’ they gasp. ‘We finally have our lady to serve,’ others say.

I felt something calling me from within the flames. Not with words. With memory. Images exploded across my mind faster than I could process them. A woman with silver eyes standing beneath a blood-red moon. A towering wolf wreathed entirely in living fire. Ancient warriors kneeling before an enormous stone altar hidden deep beneath the mountains. Then came another image—one that stole the air from my lungs. A little girl. She couldn't have been older than six, her dark curls dancing in the wind as flames circled harmlessly around her tiny hands. She laughed freely, completely unafraid of the fire dancing around her. Then she turned toward me.

“To offer you a choice.” Behind her, one of the cloaked figures stepped forward. He lowered his hood to reveal an elderly man with glassy eyes glowing orange. “She must surrender the child,” he intoned. “Or the fire will consume the realm.” “I’ll never surrender my baby,” Ivy snapped. “Then you doom us all,” Isla said. “The fire is ancient. Hungry. If it doesn’t have a vessel—it burns everything.” Aiden stepped between them. “There has to be another way.”

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?