Firekeeper's Daughter Novels & Stories

she said, her hand moving to touch my forehead, so gently that it felt like a blessing more than a gesture, "it's your turn. Rule your world. You have been chosen among my descendants to protect the Werewolves." My breath caught. Descendants? "But... that's too much. Isn't it a huge role? I don’t think—" I stammered, panic gripping me for a second. She smiled wider, silencing my fear without a single word. "You are the daughter of Gamma Celeriac," she said, her voice glowing with pride, "the strongest Fenrir the world has ever seen. His blood runs through your veins. His courage, his strength, his loyalty. You deserve this, my child."

A drop of her blood hit the center, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then came the whisper. Soft. Sweet. Terrible. “Daughter of Fire. Keeper of the First Flame. You are chosen. But not alone.” Elara gasped and stumbled back, but her mother caught her, steadying her with steady hands and eyes that burned with a knowing grief. “They will come for you one day,” her mother said, tucking a raven feather into Elara’s braid. “Not because you’re weak—but because you were born to burn the path they fear.”

Skyler said. “Your blood bond, can you find her,” Hunter asked. “Gunner is likely with her, he probably wouldn’t let her out of his sight, but Kai … he’s probably long gone,” River said. At that thought, my fangs were out and the she-wolf jumped back. I gathered myself and tried to think clearly. No emotions Godfrey, get it together. “Do you have any idea why Gunner wants your daughter so badly,” I asked the she-wolf.

The woman smiled down at her daughter, nudging her shoulder patiently. I ground my teeth together in annoyance. "I know you're out there." The woman turned her full attention to the place I stood, "I can feel you watching us." I stood frozen in place. As much as I wanted to move, the woman's green eyes captivated me. An exact replica of her eyes were present on her daughter. "Come out now, and no harm will come to you." The woman's voice was strong and fearless. I wondered if her daughter held those qualities.

In and out. We made out way quicker than I imagined over to the other side. Once we were there, he smiled down at me. "Miss Reign, a pleasure to see you again. Unfortunately for you, it will not be for long. It surprised me actually, I never thought that Miss Smith would actually give up her most prized possession, but I guess everyone has a price-" I could see the barrel of the gun held in Jace's hand line for his father's head. This was the first time that I had see fear in his eyes, his own son was the one holding the gun, the ammunition. Almost instantly all gun went up. "Son. My son, would you ever do this to me, your own father-"

My reflection dissolved. In its place, I saw her—my ancestor. A woman cloaked in moonlight. Her dark hair was swept back. Her eyes glowed silver. She held a crescent-shaped blade in one hand, and in the other, a baby wrapped in firelight, cooing softly. She looked directly at me, and though she did not speak, I felt her voice in my bones. You are not just her descendant. You are her continuation. I gasped. “She looks like you,” my mom said gently. “That is the first Dreamkeeper. The Moon Flame Witch. She bound the Devourer the first time. Her blood runs through your veins.”

But the mark on my arm—it was glowing again. The crescent moon. Black as ink. I stood and walked to the mirror. My reflection flickered. Then I saw someone else. My mother. Her image shimmered. She spoke. “Daisy, he is not alone. He calls himself Ignis. The Flame Binder.” “Ignis,” I whispered. “He wants the world to burn. And he’ll use your daughter to do it.” “Why Zuri?” “Because her flame is pure.” “What do I do?” “Protect her.”

Because I can’t see or feel mana, I can’t tell how well Restia is doing. So I look at Fenrir’s daughter instead. “How is it…?” I ask her. Fenrir’s daughter nods her head. I guess that means an okay. “Now, you need to be careful, Restia.” I remind her. “You need the ‘First key’ and ‘Third key’ for this, if you failed— his head would explode.” “Eek…!?” “Growl…!?” Why is Fenrir’s daughter reacting to it…? “Why not only the ‘First key’…?” Restia nervously replies.

I let my guard down and slipped away before Killian would notice. As I walked down the corner of the packhouse, I felt someone behind me. I whipped around and a scream almost escaped my lips. “Oh my goodness.” I gasped in relief when I saw it was a harmless Alpha. “I'm sorry if I scared you.” He said, beaming me an apologetic smile. “It's fine.” I returned his smile but my heart was still racing in my chest. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing my face. “You're Alpha Fenrirson’s daughter right? Faye?”

It was the flame he'd been trying to hide from 'the traitor. "I come from a long line of witches Kiera. But we were different. We can't cast spells like other witches -some say it meant we were weak. We only have a particular strength we excelled in and could do well. My mother's was making illusions. She was the strongest there was. Apart from these strengths, we are special in another way. Keepers. We are keepers, Kiera. Our lineage has been tasked with helping souls move from this realm into the next. Be it to Tartarus or to the Elysian field. It is our job to help them move on. But there must be only one keeper, and until the death of one, another shall not rise. My daughter was not will