Firefly Inara Serra Novels & Stories

When Lyra found them, they were humming. They each held a sigil drawn in ash. Not of Elara. Not of Namaré. Someone new. Someone… familiar. Each sigil looked like Elara. Hair, too long. Lips stitched closed. And written beneath each: “The One Who Burned to Forget.” Aryn had vanished weeks ago. But now, another child named Ceras began glowing in the flame’s presence. He stepped into the basin—And the flame wrapped around him like a second skin.

Lucifron was the son of the King's General, and next in line to command the royal troops. He was stoic and devoid of emotions. He used his days to train and become even stronger than his father, and he occupied his free time in the company of his only friends, with whom he managed to open his soul. Hanna with her fire dragon, Argenta. Nymphe with her elemental water dragon, Hydra. Dalkor and Valdar, the only fated fireheart couple between them, with their elemental fire dragons, Reese and Kai.

Everyone turned to look at her, clad in an all white ensemble that would only ever had fit a queen. "No one's touching your role Amanda. Chill. Now, as I was saying, The Spark has been cleared for shooting to begin!" Sounds of applause filled the air as everyone cheered them. "That remind me," Sofia said, tapping Tanya. "How would you like to be my agent?" Tanya gasped, "Please don't ask if I'm tripping, I'm really serious and-" Tanya hugging her cut her short, aandshe leaned against Sofia. "I love you, superstar."

I muttered, already knowing I didn’t want the answer. “That’s Captain Morgana,” Inara said, calm as ever. “Leader of the Inferno Sect. That team’s basically a suicide mission. Mortality rate’s off the charts. Every year, students dies there, and it’s not even surprising anymore.” I blinked. “What the actual...” “So no matter what you do,” Inara continued like she was reading a bedtime horror story, “do not get assigned to Inferno. Especially not with her.” Well, great. Naturally, when I looked up again, Morgana’s eyes were already on us, not the crowd or the whole row but just us

That's when Valerie's gold dragon 'Laila' flew from behind Raphael and shielded Hydra from Irina. 'You will pay for this, bi*ch ' Laila roared with anger and clawed Irina before whipping Irina's dragon with her tail. Irina went back flying and crashed and landed in the middle of the Dead army. Momentarily she lost focus and winced at the blinding pain that traveled from her back to her dragon skull. Immediately she shifted back into her human form. Her dead army stopped where there are as Irina lost control of them for a minute while she recovered from her injury.

Her fear perfumes the air as she looks at me like a wounded animal. “She is in mental distress, Vilkas. Whatever Barko has done has set her back.” He makes a sound of pain. I clutch my chest as she drops to her knees again and screams in emotional anguish. I move closer to her again when she slams her hands on the ground and fire erupts around her, encasing her inside. No, she is shutting herself off. Not happening. I will not lose my mate to whatever she is going through. “SERANA!” we all scream as we try to get to her. She shrieks, and it’s filled with pain. I panic as I push through the flames as Lara tries to control the raging inferno that is growing bigger by the second.

Her words cracked open the clearing. A voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “Move.” Lyra jerked her head up. Beta Mira stood over them, her dark hair matted with sweat and blood, her eyes blazing with something fierce and desperate. She dropped to her knees beside Alpha Thorne, her hands trembling but determined. Lyra blinked through tears. “Mira… he’s gone.” “No,” Mira said, her voice low and shaking. “Not yet.” Kaelan frowned, his voice rough. “What are you doing?”

a voice shouted in my ear that made me look at my phone from my laptop “Sebastian buddy, I could still hear you if you talked like a normal person” I complained rubbing my right ear. I heard Sebastian laugh out loudly Myths and misconceptions about the blood test, I continued to read on my laptop the phone still on my ear “You promised that you would accompany me to my girlfriend’s house” The blood test is believed to control population by killing the weak when injected the sedative. “HA” I exclaimed loudly completely forgetting that I was on the phone with someone

“Yes, I would like to, Alex.” Several files were sent to Raverine’s screen. One that caught his attention was the file labeled as ‘Desert Death’ and instantly opened to check it. It was a suicide case, a mentally ill woman who went to the desert to starve herself. Then the word ‘burnt’ was highlighted. Then he scrolled down and clicked the pictures. There were two men facing a woman while the other man was pointing to the spot where the woman died. The woman, Raverine looked closely at her face. “It’s her,” Raverine mumbled and memorized the face of the other guys within the picture.

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turned, arms crossed. “Sebastine, what do you want?” “I just need a minute…”