Firekeepers Daughter Novels & Stories

I sat there, numb and watched the fire slowly burn out. “Daciana,” My mother called softly. “You are the first child born of a Frost demon and a wolf. You are the future.” My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't even know how to feel about my father anymore. Everything I thought I knew about him was a lie. Everything I knew about my life was a lie. And Milton, I wonder if he's always known my mother. Adam knew her. It explains why she recognised the day we'd returned to save Amelia.

He sank to his knees, his claws digging into the ground as he gasped for air. When my mother arrived, her face went deathly pale at the sight of the Packhouse—reduced to nothing but a skeletal, smoldering ruin. She staggered forward, latching onto the nearest firefighter, her grip frantic. "Where is my daughter?!" she cried. "She’s the Luna of the Silver Claw Pack! Surely you’ve rescued her—she’s fragile, she must be terrified! I need to see her!" The firefighter hesitated. His lips parted, but for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Then, his expression softened into something almost pitying.

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

I look at him, confused, when Aura growls and I jump, turning to look at her. “Who has?” I ask. Not taking my eyes off Aura, who is on the surface of Destinee. “The Harbinger of Death. Fenrir locked him away years ago. He brings death wherever he goes. If he has been released, then he is coming here. He will bring his army with him.” I gasp, shaking my head. He means to kill her, my daughter. I grip the shell necklace around my neck as I feel the power in it pulse under my palm. It feels warm and I feel calm.

“Then who are you?” Her eyes met his—and for the first time, he saw it. The goddess within. “I am the Keeper of Moonfire,” she said, her voice layered—Aria’s tone mixed with something ancient and otherworldly. “The balance between life and death. The flame that burns between worlds.” Killian’s jaw tightened. “They used you.” “No,” she corrected gently. “They chose me. Or maybe… I chose this.” His chest ached. “You died because of them, and now they’ve turned you into their weapon.”

“Scholars who ask the wrong questions get locked out. Or worse.” Isabelle opened the folio slowly. Inside: faded illustrations of rituals, firelit gatherings, a sigil that matched the locket’s flame-and-thorn motif. She looked up. “The Keeper of Ashes is a society of women… but this—this is something older.” He nodded. “The Keepers weren’t just guardians. They were conduits. Protectors of something ancient. Something the city tried to erase.” She stared at the last page. A prophecy. “When the embers stir in a daughter’s veins,

“Where am I and Who are you? Please tell me my head was so hurt thinking who the hell you are” I said the girl sigh and lol at me. “I am your aunt, I am the sister of your mother and I am here to get you. Your family has been looking for you for almost how many years now. Although it was your mother that we've been looking for but we learned that she already dead” The girl swallowed before continuing for her explanation. “She looked like exactly your sister” My eyes flew to the guy who opened the door. “Hey I'm Rider I came from the witch of the fire where you came from as well since you are the daughter of Felicia ”

I repeated the line I have hundreds of times, and left the bar. *End Flashback* The raven haired woman gazed at me quietly, her eyes narrowing. There was no way I could tell her I was hired to kill her daughter. Better branded a spy than an assassin. "I am watching." I held my accent from my words. The raven haired woman held knowledge in her eyes. I was sure she would discover my identity. The woman's emerald eyes flickered over my form, then flickered back to where her daughter had run off.

That said she stood and removed her sarong to go join her brothers. Hunter shook his head slowly and said, “That kid is going to be the death of me.” The man he’d been talking to said “Wait a minute, since when do you have a kid?” Hunter briefly explained it to him, and then said, “I’d appreciate you not hitting on my nineteen-yr. old daughter if you don’t mind Garrett.” Garrett looked at him as if he’d lost his mind and asked “How do you plan on keeping guys from not hitting on her? Have you taken, a look at your daughter lately? My God Hunter she’s every guy’s wet dream come to life.” Hunter sighed heavily and responded “Yes, but she’s real Garrett, not some fake plastic bimbo who wants ev

The fire died before it reached me. She stared. "What the... oh... You're a spellweaver." "I'm not here to hurt you." I stepped through the broken doorway. "I'm your family. Technically." Her eyes went wide. Then they narrowed to slits. "What does that mean?" "I'm Sigourney's daughter." Red flooded her face. The temperature in the room spiked. "That ungrateful bitch who's the reason my mother is in this state?" Fire roared to life around her. Not small flames this time. A wall of heat and light that turned the entryway bright as noon. I grabbed for the threads, found them, started pulling them apart. The spell unraveled under my hands and the flames guttered out.