Mother Of Flame Novels & Stories

Jasper's heart felt like it was crushed under a heavy stone, the weight of his emotions unbearable. He was so on edge that he could kill, his rage simmering without an outlet. Finally, he exploded. "Who's the father of this child?" he roared, his voice laced with helpless fury. Elaine's lips curled into a slight smile. "As long as the baby carries the Carter name, we'll all be fine. You won't have to sleep with a wife who doesn't excite you anymore, right?" She was not wrong. The baby was a Carter, after all.

She spoke while placing my mug on the table and held my trembling hands. I suddenly remembered about my parents. I asked the old lady if I could use her mobile to inform about my whereabouts to my parents. She agreed and handed me her mobile. I informed my parents that I got stuck in rain and an old lady helped me. I told them I’ll return home when the rain stops. “Thank you so much.” I said while giving her mobile. “You’re welcome my child.” She replied. “How did you know about the storm that’s going on within me?” I asked curiously.

Her head was bowed, her arms wrapped protectively around her own chest, and from a fissure at the base of the statue, a plume of eternal, smokeless crimson flame danced into the air. This was the Flame Mother. The first Luna. The legendary progenitor of the Moonrise pack, who, according to the oldest myths, had wept tears of fire to keep her children warm during the first long winter of the world. "Few have stood in this chamber in the last century," Thorne whispered, his voice hushed, as if afraid to wake the sleeping stone. "The previous Alphas believed the blood bond could be taken anywhere. In their bedrooms. On the battlefield. They forgot that the bond is not a conquest. It is a sacrif

We dismounted built a fire from the last dry wood we could scavenge low flames that barely pushed back the dark. Flame stirred as I settled her near the fire silver violet eyes opening glowing faintly. “Mommy?” she whispered tiny voice sleepy, trusting. I knelt brushing her cheek. “Soon, little flame. Mommy’s coming.” She smiled small vines curling tighter around my wrist then Kael’s then drifting toward Riven. Riven knelt letting the vine touch his palm. “Rest, little flame,” he whispered. “We’ve got you.” Flame sighed eyes closing light dimming again.

I teetered, nearly toppling over from the force. I was a hair's breadth from face-planting into the stove. Desperately, I grabbed at him. With all my might, I threw myself to the side. Thankfully, it was just the kettle that went tumbling. Scalding water splashed over my foot and scalded Wade's arm. Yvonne returned at that exact moment, candle in hand, to catch the tail end of our scuffle. Wade, seeing her, immediately howled, "Ah, my arm, it burns!"

If she wants to talk to Damon, it means that she had something to say to him, and that is why she went out so late at night. I know my father will ensure that she does not talk to Damon about our private business. Why does my mother want to talk to Damon? Sienna is already asleep. However, I am going to wake her up because I need to talk to her. I want to know if she had anything to do with my mother's accident. I really hope she did not have anything to do with it. If she had, my mother is going to be furious. She will tell Damon everything that she knows. My mother is the only one in our family who has money left, and I cannot afford to piss her off.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

“I am. And your journey is not over.” I swallow hard. “Is my daughter safe?” “She is. For now.” “Then why am I here?” “Because it’s time,” she says. “You’ve been chosen for something greater.” “Greater than what?” She steps closer. “You’re not just a wolf. You’re not just a mother. You are the Flame of the Moon. And now, you must wake up.” Before I can ask what that means…She touches my forehead…And everything explodes into light.

With watery eyes, she looked up to see it was none other than Flame. "Step away from the door cutie" Flame said and the girl obeyed With force, Flame kicked the door and it broke itself open. "Mommy!" The girl exclaimed and the woman trapped in there rushed out, hugging her daughter tightly "Quick, let's leave now before the fire intensifies" Flame said said and they nodded then began rushing out of the room The mother and the daughter got out but just when Flame was about to cross, some planks fell down, blocking the door.

I started, her eyes suddenly went wide. Oh, and just like that, she's back to her old self. I groaned inside after seeing the sudden shift in her facial expression. "You mean, Tita Blare can control fire too? That's awesome!" she said bewildered. I gave her a warning gaze which made her stop from fangirling over my mom. "Yes, mom is a Flamia, that's how they address people here who have the ability to control fire. My father, on the other hand, is a Glacia, he can control water." I was about to continue when I saw her staring at me with her mouth hanging.