Romans & histoires Firekeepers Daughter

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

"I don't think it’s that black and white. You're not related to her. Even though you babysat her, and she called you uncle, you were still just a friend, Tor. That's what you have to focus on. You're a friend who helped your friends take care of their kid because they were only fifteen years old when they had her. You were just a kid yourself. You pretty much grew up with her. None of this is a normal situation, so how could there have been a normal result?" I lean my elbows on the table and put my pounding head in my hands. "I don't know. I just want us to be able to be together and be happy, but I feel like people will crucify me." "Stop beating yourself up, Toren. You haven't done anythin

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

He looks at me angrily and nods his head to Sad, rude! “How is Ayla?” Dad asked him. “She is well and happy, despite what almost happened. She has just left the pack with her mate, and he’s the beta and the gamma daughter.” I look up when he says gamma daughter. Is that why Nadine ignores me? She found a mate? “Yes, I was told Emma found her mate, too,” Dad says, and I relax, ah, it was just the little bitch Emma. “They told me to let you know they will officially leave as pack members when they leave the pack territory.” Beta Thomas tells Dad, and Dad nods his head.

“You will come to know him well. The tale goes as such. There was once a wolf-man who lived deep in the woods. He lived with his son, Ashkii, whom he adored and doted on. The wolf-man was proud and arrogant, and he believed Ashkii to be the legendary Immortal Son. Paired with their mate, the Immortal Son and Immortal Daughter became unstoppable: unable to die, frozen in time as the most powerful wolves ever to exist.” “As such, Ashkii’s father took him on many journeys across the land, traversing across mountain and sea to find the Immortal Daughter. On their last journey together, a hunter fired a single arrow. It killed Ashkii, and as he fell to the ground, his father swore vengeance on hi

I bring my knees up to my chest and hug myself as I ask, “Why now, after all these years, Josie?” She chuckles as she answers, “Soren’s daughter is the first pure female of his bloodline to be born in over a hundred years, Layla; he now knows what it feels like to fear for his child's safety.” I snarl, “So he is doing this to protect his daughter, not mine.” Josie stands, pulling me to my feet and embracing me; I take a deep breath as I feel her love and kindness enter me; she kisses my cheek as she says,

“You’re part of it.” One of the Harbingers moved but It reached for Freya. She screamed, the symbol on her palm burned. A flare of light erupted from her hand pure white. The Harbinger shrieked and recoiled, smoke peeling from its skin. And the Keepers finally looked afraid. “You touched the heart,” the tall Keeper said. “You carry its spark.” Freya’s eyes glowed. “I carry fire," she said. Suddenly she turned to me. “We’re leaving.”

"She needs to control it. The bracelet is gone. She nearly killed a man today." "Nearly?" The Keeper chuckled. "She did exactly what she was born to do. She protected the blood." The old woman stood up, leaning on her gnarled staff, and gestured for Nyx to come closer. Nyx looked at Killian. He nodded slowly, releasing her hand. My daughter walked into the darkness toward the Keeper. As she did, the shadows in the room didn't just move—they bowed. They flattened themselves against the floor, creating a path of pure obsidian for her to walk on.

"You would strike down your own daughter? You are no better than the rest of them!" The Keeper's face tightened, his expression a mask of pain. "I do this not as a Keeper, but as a father," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I do this to protect my son, to protect the world from the darkness that threatens to consume it." He lunged, his movements swift and decisive, his sword aimed at Elara's heart. Lila gasped, her eyes widening with horror. Jade stood frozen, her hand clutching her sword hilt, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief.

The girl stood beside the hunter like a statue, silver rings circling her irises, her once-bright voice stolen, her soul somewhere else. Seraphine stepped forward, hand trembling, lips dry. “Kaela…?” The girl didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Only whispered, in a voice not her own: “Heir of flame. Daughter of Elira. You were warned.” The hunter stood behind her, arms crossed, emotionless. “We wanted to show you what happens when you love something more than your cause.” Seraphine’s flame flared — but dimly. Not because it was weak. Because she was shaking too hard to focus.