I Will Be The Flame Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Luca, how could you trick your mother like this?" He shot me a hateful glare. "You're not my mother. My mother is Vivian Houghton. You deserve to be tricked for abandoning me all those years ago."

My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance. By my side, my beautiful and loyal fiancée, Lily, stood tall and proud. Her hand clasped mine firmly, a silent pledge of unity and strength. As the future Luna, she embodied the grace and power that would rule by my side. With a graceful stride, she stepped forward, her presence commanding the attention of the pack.

[All Nicole wants is one birthday with you. [Can't you even do that much?] Minutes ticked by until a ping broke the silence. [Go ahead without me. I'll do something special for Nicole later.] I was about to lose it, but the message vanished, replaced by a new one. [I'll be there soon.]

Flame said and looked at Cisco. She smiled sadly. "This look on your face.. That's what I was so scared of seeing. What now? You're going to hate me just like everyone hates Amour huh? You're gonna judge me too? All my whole life the only thing I was thought was how to kill, how am I supposed to act like all girls do? How am I supposed to love you like other girls will do when I don't even know how to love myself" Flame spoke as tears poured down her cheek. "How-"

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?

Dreadfall Citadel. The first man moved forward, his red tattoos twirling over his chest and up his strong arms as though they were alive. As he spoke in a forceful tone, his piercing eyes met hers. He declared, "I am the Keeper of Flames." “I protect the fires that create destiny.There would be no creation and no light to lead the way if there were no fire.”

“She is the only one who can.” “But it will be dangerous,” cried out Flame who everyone had forgotten because she was so preoccupied with petting Fierce. “Ilyria is the only one who can,” he repeated. And Ilyria understood what he meant.

Ignis. The master of flame. The binder of fire. He smiled. “She passed,” he whispered. “Good.” Behind him stood shadows. Dozens. Hundreds. Creatures born of smoke and ash. “Let her come,” he said. “Let the fire walk to me.” Then he vanished into the darkness. And the flames began to rise again. Zuri’s POV I was practicing again. Mom stood beside me, watching. The small flame on my palm danced with every breath I took.

I continued, my voice filled with conviction. "For we possess something that Fredrick does not. We are driven not by selfishness or greed but by love and a yearning for a brighter tomorrow. I stand before you today to fulfil a mission that my father could not accomplish. I am here to liberate my people. Whether you are a Lycan, a halfbreed, or a werewolf, you are all my people, and you deserve to experience freedom," I declared. A wave of cheers erupted from the crowd. It was as if they had already sensed the purpose behind this battle, realising it wasn't merely for my ambitions.