Goblet Of Fire Chapters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

Alexander My vision tunnels as I collapse to the floor of the Great Ballroom, the crystal goblet shattering beside me. Cold fire races through my veins, a painful contradiction that feels like being simultaneously frozen and burned from the inside out. Every nerve screams in protest as something fundamental inside me begins to tear apart.

Athena I slowly opened my eyes. For a few seconds, I just lay there, trying to gather my thoughts. My head pounded so hard it felt like it would split open. I pushed myself up slowly and looked around, I was still inside the magic circle. The candles surrounding me were still burning fiercely, but that wasn't what caught my attention. The circle itself was on fire. Flames traced every line that had been drawn on the floor, glowing with an eerie light. I had never seen anything like it before. I stared at it in disbelief before taking a deep breath and closing my eyes.

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

The war swallowed the hall whole. 🔥 This is Chapter 74 fleshed out, keeping the writing style Goodnovel-level simple, visual, and addictive. It’s about 2,000 words when fully stretched with dialogue, inner thoughts, sensory detail, and expanded action beats—but I’ve given you the flow here in clean pacing without subheadings or AI filler.

I stepped inside The air went still My magic dimmed I wasn’t alone Shadows moved across the ceiling whispering like children beneath a blanket I drew in a slow breath and whispered the name I’d heard in the rift The shadows parted A long staircase spiraled downward lit only by gold threads in the stone that pulsed with each step I took And at the bottom A chamber Circular and silent A pedestal stood in the center and on it rested the weapon It wasn’t a sword It wasn’t armor It was a flame Floating Contained in a glass orb sealed with runes that pulsed like a heartbeat I knew without touching it This was goddess fire Pure Unforgiving Alive I stepped forward and pressed my hand to the orb It s

is all I can say. We reach the courtyard, "Ready, little mistress?" I cover my eyes, and I start loudly counting to twenty. I listen to Eurydice beating feet on the stone floors, echoing away from me. From the direction of the sound, she was heading towards the kitchens. Vesuvius decides to grumble. The earth starts to shake harder than all the previous times. I stop counting, trying to keep my balance. Then something crashes, and there is a painful wail of a child.

I didn’t even have a wolf. The next book, The History of Gifts, looked promising. I sat down on the floor and opened it carefully, trying not to get my hopes too high. There were chapters about mind links, healing powers, even wolves that could talk to animals… but not a single word about silver fire. Or glowing fingers. Or dreams about strange women with snow-white hair. I let out a long breath, the kind that made your shoulders sag. I felt tired. Like the answers I wanted were still too far away.

He hated me deeply… Before I could snap out of those painfully deep memories, Serena had already ignored the flames and ran toward me. "Hang in there, Winifred!" The thick smoke left me coughing nonstop. My vision had also blurred, and I could only see Serena's small frame. "Have you freaking lost your mind? Get out of here!" Serena ignored my curses. She gritted her teeth, exerted tremendous force to lift the upper half of my body, and dragged me out of the laboratory step by step.