Mother Of Flame Novels & Stories

Like it was struggling to hold something back. His mother turned. Her face—always so composed—was pale. “We have to go,” she said. Mira stepped forward. “Why? What’s coming?” Ezra’s mother met her eyes. And for the first time in her life—she looked afraid. “Because the fifth flame remembers nothing,” she said. “And it wants everything.”

This woman was Blaze’s mother—Lucretia Ephemera. Blaze joined the battle and unleashed an all-out flame attack. The flame had a good amount of power and could relieve Lucretia’s pressure. “Blaze, why did you come in again? Hurry up and leave this place!” Lucretia screamed with a serious expression. “Mom, I’ve acquired Nature’s Book. I can take you and leave together,” Blaze replied happily. Seeing his mother, his smile also looked like a child who had not grown up. “What? You have Nature’s Book in your hand?”

A new dawn shimmered above the sanctuary, but beneath its hallowed stones, a mother still wept in silence, imprisoned in the choking dark. Though Arla-Rosa now bore the title of Flamebearer, she knew her work had just begun. Her mother, Amarantha, her blood, her beginning, was still trapped beneath the rotted veins of the earth.

"You must remember, my daughter. Fire is not your enemy. It is your inheritance." Catherine sobbed, torn from her by robed Elders. They pressed firebrands into the ground, sealing the woman in flame. Isabella stared in shock. "That was her mother," Arthur whispered. "Catherine... she was born of a Flamekeeper." "And they tried to erase it." They watched Catherine’s descent through the memories—from innocence to fury, from fury to madness. A girl who had been told to forget her blood. A woman who had chosen destruction to reclaim it.

It hummed, flaming embers falling. Rhea knelt, weak. Aaron clutched my leg. Father’s voice whispered in my mind: Trust him. He hadn’t returned. I curled the sword in my bleeding hand and rose. “He took... him?” I said. Damien’s grin was patient. “Yes.” Behind me, Mother collapsed backwards, eyes glowing gold. My mother, a believer in the Flame. Betrayer. I spun. “Mother, what have you done?” Mother whispered as darkness swallowed the realm again:

“Aiden, let me explain—” “Shut the fuck up!” he roared, his voice booming through the room and cutting through me like a blade. His mother, standing nearby, looked completely bewildered, her eyes darting between us. I flinched, my heart pounding wildly. Aiden’s fists clenched as he gripped the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white, barely containing his rage.

Mentioning Ariel makes Liam feel unhappy, he feels Aria is jealous of his own sister. "You haven't said why your face is disfigured." “When we were on vacation in the mountains, that bungalow caught on fire. I was badly burned because I saved Ariel. After seeing my monster-like appearance, they decided to abandon me, their biological daughter. Looks like I'm dead! But luckily for me, there was a nurse who was merciful to my fate who brought me into her care. Thanks to her, I miraculously survived. I couldn't go to school, but thanks to her teaching, I knew how to make a silicone mask, make myself a fake face."

Mom was busy putting away the materials, so she didn't look up as she said, "Sorry, but we're not taking any more orders today." She turned to me. "Rosie, can you go take a look?" I grunted. Then, I heard a familiar ringtone. I faltered and looked up. I froze when I saw the people at the door. "What are you guys doing here?" Dad's usually cold expression was replaced with joy. He even stumbled a little as he hurried toward us. "I've finally found you and your mother, Rosie. Everyone said you two died in that fire, but I didn't believe it. How could a fire burn a person's body so thoroughly that there weren't even any bones left behind?

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

She said as her eyes blinked at me. "Right. You're really my mother." Maverick held me by the waist. "Mom, I want you to meet Femella Alcantara, my girlfriend. Babe, meet the number one nagger of my life, my mother, the great Isabella Fuentebella." My smile spontaneously came out for the lady. I was also entertained by the way Maverick introduced her. I lost my bit of nervousness. I held out my hand to her mother. "Good evening, ma'am. It's an honor to meet you."