Forged In Fire Book Novels & Stories

Not outward. Not upward. Toward me. It spills out of her chest in ribbons of white flame, wrapping around my wrists, my forearms, my ribs, sliding under my skin like living fire. Clara jerks back. “Ares Don't......... Don't let it ” I grit my teeth as the fire burrows deeper, threading into my veins. “I can’t stop it ” It doesn’t hurt. It’s worse. It feels like someone is carving new paths inside me, reshaping my gold to make room for something that doesn’t belong there.

And there is nothing in this world left for me to live for. I pull all of my hatred into my fire, I pull every ounce of my father’s Alpha aura that I inherited into my body and then I send a blast of fire and fury so strong that it lights up the sky around me and sends dragons tumbling through the sky. The royals on the ground and others nearby scream as they burn alive in my fire. I watch as Faeler falls from Kenzo’s back, landing on the ground near the other scorched royals. I send a blast of fire at him, watching him burn alive. I ignore Kenzo’s scream of pain. I can’t save him now.

“You are not just a dragon. You are flame reborn. Do not mistake survival for victory. And do not give them what they want, unless you are willing to burn.” The vision fell away. I came back to myself jarringly, coughing on smoke, the battlefield roaring back into existence around me. Caelum’s growl rattled nearby, Elias’s runes flared blue as he held a line, and Lucien’s shadows hovered too close to comfort. But all I felt was the echo of Seraphine’s words. Fireborn echo. The fire inside me wasn’t just power. It was resurrection. It was ruin. It had been erased from history because it wasn’t meant to exist.

The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine. My breath caught, my body poised on the edge of surrender. This was more than a trial—it was a crucible, a reckoning. The shard thrummed in my chest, ready to either crown me or consume me. But as I raised my foot toward the circle of fire, one thought cut deeper than all the rest—when the flames closed in, would they honor Selena Cross… or awaken Ashara once and for all?

The world exploded. She was falling—through memory, through pain, through lives she neverlived. Her body burned and reformed. The last thing she saw was Seraphine, waiting with open arms. “Welcome, Fireborne. Welcome home.”

It engulfed the white marble tombstone that belonged to his ancestors, leaving cracks and scorch marks on the surface. His entire body shook from fury. He shoved Shane, who was trying to support him, aside and screamed, "Are you paying respects to my ancestors or trying to burn them? Where the hell did you get the guts to start a fire in a forest? I paid you to host a simple ceremony, and this is what you came up with?" Shane was completely flabbergasted. His mind went blank as he watched the flames continue to set the mountain alight. He removed his jacket and tried to put out the fire, but he was forced to retreat when a scorching wave of heat washed over him. The ends of his fringe had al

Charlotte faced the glowing heart ahead of her, only a little farther, but the path was harder, and it became more difficult to move with every step. "I love you, Rurik. Do you hear me? I love you!" She shouted the words into the blinding snow that tried to hide the heart from her. But she would not stopshe would never stop. She stretched her hand into the flames, curling her fingers around what looked like a giant ruby. Fire exploded around her, burning her hand, her body, her soul. It was killing her, she knew it. If she kept holding on, she would die.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

A low hum filled the chamber, growing louder with each second. “Step back,” I said, my voice sharp. She didn’t argue this time. The light from the pedestal twisted, forming shapes figures that moved and writhed like smoke caught in the wind. I stared, my chest tightening as the images sharpened into something I recognized. The fire-born…shit! Dozens of them, swarming through the forest, their molten eyes blazing with purpose. And behind them, a shadow, a figure I couldn’t quite make out, but I didn’t need to. I knew who the hell it was.

Forged in fire, forged in blood, and this time, I won’t fucking falter in the inferno I was born into. *** THE END ***