Ignis Ff Novels & Stories

“This is something we’ve never seen before in the world, two minds that are intertwined with each other on a basis of loss and grief and trauma, because that’s what binds them both. The trauma they share-“ “If it’s true that he abandoned everything and set that house on fire with that man inside, we can’t tell what he’s capable of doing next but it won’t be good” ~ FIVE WEEKS EARLIER Regina had stood but was quick to pick up a scent, her son’s scent amidst that of ash. Of course she would recognize his scent after bearing him for close to the nine and a half months that she did. Perhaps that was when the problem started, from his prolonged stay in the womb but that’s a topic for another day,

In an act of desperation, I knelt before Ignis, begging her to reconsider. “Please, Ignis, I'll do anything. I won't be cruel anymore, I won't use rue on Hunter anymore, but please, don't tell anyone,” I pleaded, with teary eyes. Ignis, in turn, crossed her arms and stated, “I have a condition.” I looked at her, prepared to accept anything to keep my secret safe. “Tell me what you want.” Ignis looked me in the eyes and declared firmly, “No matter what happens, you must not go after Fierce.”

Incense burned in brass holders on either side of the doorway, and someone had lit diyas even though it was daylight. Danelle parked, cut the engine, and sat still for a second. She looked over at me. “You ready?” I smiled. “We’re already here.” She stepped out and opened the back door, lifting Reyan’s carrier. I followed slowly—my steps cautious, body still tender, but my heart impossibly full. My mother in law stepped forward first, her eyes misty. She held a silver plate with a small diya, kumkum, rice, and a few rose petals.

The warriors less experienced are knocked out from the pain, their bodies lying limp on the ground as half of us manage to fight to stay awake. The moment we turn, I feel Cassandra lower her guard, taking a moment to recharge. Mira and Tristan must feel it too, as Mira stands up tall, "IGNIS" Mira screams, raising her hands. We all duck, the flames shooting from her hands spreading as she aims it at Cassandra and Selena. Cassandra manages to duck, her hands rising as she screams "CUSTODIRE" the flames going around her, not before burning Serena's arm badly.

Counting breaths. Listening for footsteps. And finally, I heard them. Soft. Measured. Not the rogue from before. Someone… colder. The door creaked open. A man stepped inside. Tall. Cloaked in black with red seams. His hair was silver-white. His eyes burned like coals. My breath froze in my chest. “Ignis,” I said. He didn’t answer. He looked at me like a priest studies a sacrifice. Then he spoke. “You’re stronger than I thought.”

I hurl a wave of dragonfire, and he counters with a spiral of molten ash. We dance. Flame meets flame and every strike tests me. My breath shortens. My vision narrows. He lands a blow... just barely... scorching my arm. Pain flares, but I twist, channeling the Crown. My body glows. I summon the new fire language. I don’t just speak it, I become it. “**Ignis Aeterna.**” Light explodes from me. Not just heat, not just magic but pure fire. He falls back, shielded only by instinct.

“Close your eyes, sweetie.” Sansa obeyed, her eyelids fluttering shut, plunging her into darkness, amplifying her other senses. The scent of whiskey, the faint perfume of Bailey, the musky undertone of Ben, all mingled, intoxicating her. She felt a cool, metallic sensation against her skin, just above her belly button, followed by the gentle click of a clasp. “Open them.” Sansa’s eyes snapped open. A delicate silver chain now rested on her skin, a tiny, intricately carved key dangling from it, nestled just above her navel. It was beautiful, but the symbolism was what truly stole her breath.

The Next Morning [Rina P.O.V] The mirror showed a stranger. Tight French bun, every silver-white strand disciplined into submission. Ignis legal robes - crimson and black, the particular weight of fabric that had been worn by fire-mages who’d argued before gods and won. The arcane sigils I’d etched into the cuffs caught the morning light and threw back violet, my signature, my refusal to be entirely what any house claimed. I looked sharp. I looked dangerous. I looked like someone who’d died and come back with opinions.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

Link stared at the screen, the audio still playing: "Prepare. Satisfy the Flame. Or the Hollow will not just awaken—it will rise."