Novel & Cerita Mother Of Flame

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

“Damien… she was there.” “Who?” “My mother.” I froze. “You saw her?” “She spoke to me.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “She told me I’m the Child of Flame. She said the coven will kill you.” I touched her face, forcing her to look at me. “They will try. But they won’t succeed.” “You don’t understand,” she cried. “They’re coming again—this time stronger. My mother said—” I cut her off gently, squeezing her hand.

My mother’s ghostly voice echoed in my ears again. I now recognize it as the voice of my mysterious cold flames. “Did you know about Mother’s gift? Those cold flames that I strike you with?” My father snarled, but there was sorrow that crossed his face. “It’s a rare gift. It ranges from silver to dark blue, depending on whether you want to burn someone with coldness or freeze someone to ashes.” “So you knew?” I clenched my fist and controlled my rising anger.

I could see their faces clearly, feel their terror like it was mine. A figure appeared, moving through the blaze with cold, deliberate steps. Caleb’s father. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t pause. Flames twisted around him like he commanded them, and one by one, he crushed every life in his path. I gasped, stumbling back. My hands went to my mouth as tears stung my eyes. And then Lira—my mother’s companion, my guardian in spirit—rushed forward, fierce and shining. She tried to pull me free from the flames, to protect me. Her magic flashed like silver lightning, weaving through the inferno, saving what she could.

"I would have killed him myself." "Wait, what's he doing?" My attention is drawn to Eligor scooping my mate up in his arms and I hurry after them. "Oh no, Zachariah, you damn fool. You're not strong enough." My mother steps beside me and the other woman, Kateline, who I'm fairly certain is my grandmother, stands on my other side and we watch as Zachariah challenges Eligor for the title. My eyes are glued to Flame as she sits beneath the tree, anyone that knows her can see she's planning something and my gut tells me I should be worried for her.

Kael knelt in front of me, eyes locked on mine. “What does it mean?” he asked. “That my mother wasn’t just stolen,” I whispered. “She was sacrificed. She wore the crown. And she hid me before they could use me too.” Victor exhaled behind me. “That makes you more than heir to a bloodline. It makes you a living keystone.” I looked up at Alexander, searching for confirmation I didn’t want. He nodded. “She was the last Queen of Flame. And they burned her for it.”

"But that doesn't get us out of this room." "Let me finish." Freya wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "You are the vessel for the Dragon Flame, and the Flame is an ancient source of power. I can use a conduit—you—as long as you don’t fight me. If you let me in, I won't die and I can steal power directly from the Flame. I can cast a spell to keep us extra safe. But the Flame is ancient; it has to be kept busy. The stone my mother is using was created from the Flame itself. Both things have to be done simultaneously. While Sasha’s mother is being marked by the Flame..."

She had an enchanted stake with her but before she could do anything with it— Fire erupted from Annitore's hands. The flames hit Mother in the chest, and she didn't even have time to scream before she was consumed. "ANNITORE, NO!" I lunged forward, trying to put out the fire, but it was too late. My mother burned in seconds, her body reduced to ash before my eyes. When the flames died, Annitore stood there calmly. Like she'd just killed a bug instead of our mother. "Why?" I demanded, my voice breaking. "Why would you do that?"

The flame sputtered, then shot up higher. Gasps echoed around me. Gabriel stepped forward instinctively, but Mother raised her staff, stopping him. “Do not interfere,” she commanded. “This is her test.” “Kimberly!” Gabriel called, worry etched in his voice. “I—I can’t hold it!” I cried. The flame grew hotter, brighter, spiraling dangerously in my palm. Sweat dripped down my temple. “Control it,” Mother urged. “You are stronger than the flame. It is yours to command!”