Mother Of Flame Novels & Stories

Mamà’s pained yell peeled through the walls as they burned. "No. No. No." I mumbled, then tried to take a step closer. "Mamà!" I screamed when a huge chunk of wood fell. Flames separated me from my mother. She remained on her knees. Our gazes clashed. Then she… smiled. Mamà smiled so much her eyes crinkled. I became weak. Too weak. And I crashed to the floor. Heat clawed against my skin, yet my insides remained intact. Frozen by pain. "Look how gorgeous the flames suit your red hair, My Fina." Mamà said, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Heat rushed to my palms as our skin connected. "You seemed to be forgetting one thing, mother." My voice was void of any emotions as I spoke. Her brows pinched together in confusion. "I no longer fear you." I let the well of magic inside of me free, throwing everything I had into her. Orange flames surrounded us. I felt nothing as the fire consumed us, burning the flesh from our skin. My mother screamed as the flame burned her alive and as I watched the life fade from her eyes. I couldn't help but smile. I was free from her grasp, free from her torment, free from all the years of hell she inflicted on me.

But the mark on my arm—it was glowing again. The crescent moon. Black as ink. I stood and walked to the mirror. My reflection flickered. Then I saw someone else. My mother. Her image shimmered. She spoke. “Daisy, he is not alone. He calls himself Ignis. The Flame Binder.” “Ignis,” I whispered. “He wants the world to burn. And he’ll use your daughter to do it.” “Why Zuri?” “Because her flame is pure.” “What do I do?” “Protect her.”

Heat rushed to my palms as our skin connected. "You seemed to be forgetting one thing, mother." My voice was void of any emotions as I spoke. Her brows pinched together in confusion. "I no longer fear you." I let the well of magic inside of me free, throwing everything I had into her. Orange flames surrounded us. I felt nothing as the fire consumed us, burning the flesh from our skin. My mother screamed as the flame burned her alive and as I watched the life fade from her eyes. I couldn't help but smile. I was free from her grasp, free from her torment, free from all the years of hell she inflicted on me.

Cassia stood in the center, Seryna at her side, with Nova and Liam flanking her. “I am Cassia Ashford,” she said clearly, her voice carrying through the domed chamber. “Daughter of Nova. Daughter of Liam. Born of fire and oath.” She paused, locking eyes with the most skeptical lord, Kaelen Velstra, known for his hatred of the Flameborne. “My blood is old. But my vision is new.” Murmurs. She continued. “A darkness is rising beyond our lands. A force older than dragons, older than Houses, older than war. He calls himself Flamefather. But make no mistake, he is not here to rule. He is here to erase.”

A drop of her blood hit the center, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then came the whisper. Soft. Sweet. Terrible. “Daughter of Fire. Keeper of the First Flame. You are chosen. But not alone.” Elara gasped and stumbled back, but her mother caught her, steadying her with steady hands and eyes that burned with a knowing grief. “They will come for you one day,” her mother said, tucking a raven feather into Elara’s braid. “Not because you’re weak—but because you were born to burn the path they fear.”

“What did she say?” Kira took a deep breath to steady herself before launching into her explanation. “The silver flame is called the Fire of Death,” she began, her voice calm but tense. “It’s said to be summoned by certain supernatural beings who want to shed their physical form. It’s not a natural flame; it’s created from their own power. The flames burn hotter than anything normal and are as intense as the strength of the being who summons them.” The room went still as her words sank in. Caitlyn felt a cold shiver run down her spine, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. She glanced at Matt and Theo, their jaws tight with the memory of seeing Charlotte consumed by those very flames.

Om knows the truth behind her birth so does Oorvi but that doesn't affect him much. He is habitual of seeing his father with new women daily and beating his mother occasionally. He has turned into a monster just like his father. He loves to torment Oorvi for pure fun though she is just one year younger than him. Om's mother named her Oorvi means Earth and she is just like that. She tolerates everything and has a big heart. Oorvi is a shy and submissive girl but that out of fear. She knows she will get beaten to death for her one wrong deed.

I said, and people were surprised I looked at everyone. "Everything I said today is binding. Henceforth refer to her by her name, while the slaves will refer to her as Luna in an honourary capacity only. She is not the queen and will never be. That position is reserved for my mate if I ever ascend, nor is she Luna. That position is also reserved for my mate, the woman that would bear my mark and have my children. She is just my mother, and that is all," I said, tears streaming down her face, but what I was doing was necessary, or she might cost me dearly at this pace.

Isaac fell on the other side, Matthew lunged before her ready to attack again, She got up and used her magic trying to burn him in an instant but he was not a weakling, he groaned raising his hands and ignited the red flames, "Red flames, you...!" she snorted but Matthew was prepared to attack her, he instantly bring his red flames to her, she stepped back but couldn't dodge them, her daughter came in the middle, "Don't hurt my mother...!" she was nearly burnt by the flames, Those red flames were considered to be the cruelest flames ever, nothing can stop them unless the owner changes his mind.