Firekeepers Daughter Novels & Stories

Her long dark curls bounced against her shoulders, and under the bright sunlight, the small white strands of hair along her left temple shined like pure silver threads. Seeing my daughter walk so beautifully as the flower girl made tears of intense happiness spill rapidly over my cheeks. I couldn't help but shed tears as I watched her. Just six months ago, my heart had been consumed by terrifying nightmares of an evil woman putting a blade to her small throat. But now, looking at my sweet girl, I knew she was safe. She possessed sacred Darkfire powers just like me, growing stronger every single day, and she had a fiercely loving, powerful father sitting right beside me to protect her from an

“Kneel.” Racheal stiffened—but Kaela obeyed. The woman placed a hand over her heart. “I was at Hollowdeep during the purge,” she said. “I saw your mother die trying to protect the old flame.” Her voice cracked. “If you are her daughter… then I will follow you.” One by one, the Flamebound kneeled. --- As dawn broke over the cliffs, a new faction stood with the fire. Not loyal by birth. Not bonded by prophecy. But united by a single decision:

Part of me was touched that he remembered it so fondly. "She was barely knee-high to a hellhound," Dad continued, gesturing with his hands. "I found her in the throne room, surrounded by scorched tapestries and melted candelabras. And there she was, this tiny little thing, with flames dancing in her palms and the biggest grin on her face." I felt my cheeks flush, remembering the mix of terror and exhilaration I'd felt that day. "Yeah, and then you decided it'd be a great idea to take me flame-jumping across the Phlegethon."

he explained as I gave his phone back with my number in it. When he got in the driver's seat I waved to my daughter and watched him pull off. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my weird smile. Then, I walked into Tillie’s unit and she was waiting for me on the couch. “So what’s up?” I asked. “Brooklyn was killed last night.” Oh shit.

Zog lays down to sleep, so as not to burst into flames with the rage he felt, but the door opens and a very beautiful woman enters the dungeon, looking in all directions, making sure that she is not followed or seen . She approaches Lucifron, and placing her hand on his head, orders: - Wake up. Lucifron immediately opened his eyes. - Let your dragon speak. - Who are you? - the furious voice of Zog says. - Speak quietly. Do you want them to hear us? Zog takes a deep breath and repeats. - Who are you? - My name doesn't matter. After listening to you, I probably won't live long. I'm a Daywalker. The vampire who has you trapped is my father. He raped my human mother, and when I was born, he kill

Irene’s fingers flew to her lips to cover her small smile. “You’re an alpha’s daughter, I presume?” Yvette smiled kindly at her. “You could say that,” she cocked her head to the side. Her father is an alpha who’s at the Celestial Realm. Irene had someone call Alpha Hunter who came inside with a nurse in a blink. She went to leave them as soon as she saw the alpha. She tends to forget how to breathe when she’s at his presence. “That was fast. Thank you,” Alpha Hunter stopped in front of her, effectively stopping her from leaving. He glanced at the slender lady who looked perfect in her scrub suit and blinked away. The mate pull is starting to work on him.

We both stood a safe distance, watching the flames spread out of control. Raphaël held my hand into his, a promise to never left go. Eventually we watched in silence as the flames incinerate the corpse of my father and my past until there was nothing left to remember.

I needed to go back to normal as quickly as possible; this is ridiculous because I was meant to recuperate faster. ##### Kyzer" Killian used to be the princess's guard, according to my uncle, and he was always accompanying Serena. This princess's name was Princess Serena Every aspect about this lady was etched in my mind. She was the sole child of the crimson blood pack's leader. Salazar has a lovely, appealing daughter. It's no surprise he was concerned about Serena's safety. But what he didn't realize was that his daughter's most trusted guardian would betray him, though not directly because I was only filling in for Killian. And he doesn't have to know.

Within seconds, all nine flames burned steadily. The room grew noticeably warmer. The ninth chair slowly turned on its own until it faced Amelia. No one moved. Then a voice echoed through the chamber. Not loud. Not threatening. Simply clear. “You’ve taken longer than your father.” The candle flames flickered. A doorway of pale light appeared behind the ninth chair. From it stepped an elderly man carrying a cedar walking staff. His eyes settled on Amelia. A warm smile spread across his face. “So…” He said quietly. “The Keeper’s daughter has finally arrived.”

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.