Firekeepers Daughter Novels & Stories

The flame coiled upward in a long strand, changing to white, pale violet. The strangers hissed — a sound unnatural, like wind through a hollow bone. Their leader stepped forward. Her face was covered, but her voice echoed. “You carry the light,” she told him. “And you walk blind.” “I see more lately,” Serena replied. “Who are you?” “We are the Daughters of Stone,” the woman declared. “And we have kept true fire behind your years.” Serena narrowed her eyes. “So what are you coming at me with blades for?”

"The deceased is your daughter—Danica Lockwood." Mom stared blankly at the officer, repeating over and over, "Danica? Danica? How could it be her? That's impossible! We spoke with her just last week—no, half a month ago!" Tears welled up in Dad's eyes. He held Mom tightly to keep her from collapsing. "You're telling me... The one screaming in the fire that night was my daughter, Danica? I'm a firefighter. I heard the cries for help, but I couldn't save my own daughter from the flames?"

So I turned and followed him into the house. I could hear a man and woman yelling at the warriors inside and they were obviously the parents. I didn’t blame them for being so upset. But once they saw Ethan walk in, they stopped yelling. They weren’t going to disrespect the Alpha. Not even with their 14 year old daughter missing. Ethan was shown straight to the girls’ bedroom and I went into the kitchen where her parents are. “Hi. I’m Summer. I know that you’ve probably heard of me, but I wanted to introduce myself. Listen, if anyone is going to find your daughter then it will be Alpha Ethan. I know that.” I explained.

"Daughter of Eren and Miskah Roman. Elaine was born into a sorcerer bloodline and was expected to surpass her parents until the age of 5 when they found out that she was a Keeper." "As sorcerers, her parents understood the importance of Keepers and explained its purpose to their daughter. To protect it from evil and must not misuse its power. Elaine understood responsibility. She was quite mature for her age. That made her a great candidate for becoming a Keeper." "Keeper's powers are tied to their emotions. If a keeper could not control their emotions then it is possible her own power will have a mind of its own to gain what its host desires." "To keep that from happening, every Keeper has

“Are you sure?” Luna didn’t hesitate. “I was born of flame. I was shaped by war. I was fractured by prophecy. But I choose this.” Aria placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Then I stand with you.” The Grove pulsed in agreement. The Flamekeeper’s Oath was ancient. Older than the queen. Older than the Grove. It bound the bearer to the flame—not just in power, but in purpose. Luna would no longer be a spark. She would be the keeper. The guardian. The guide.

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

It mesmerized the healer. “A toast to the new champion of Death Valley,” Grimkeeper raised his golden cup and others joined. They all drank and even Steve had to drink because of the stern look the dragon gave him. “So,” Grimkeeper began. “Why did you reject my daughter?” he asked glaring angrily at Steve. Steve frowned in confusion as he looked at the Master of Death Valley. “I have never met your daughter.” The Alpha replied. “Sure, you have, she is the beautiful young woman wearing my enchanted jacket of space and protection.” Grimkeeper replied and glanced at Emma.

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

I stared down at my daughter. She was playing with the end of my hair. Completely unaware that we were discussing her destroying millions of lives. My baby. My beautiful baby. "What do we do?" Kazan turned toward me. "Kate." I ignored him. I looked at the Keeper. "What do we do?" The ancient being said nothing for several seconds. Then: She returns with me. Kazan's roar shook the room. "NO!" Astraea jumped. "Kazan!" He