Mother Of Flame Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You said you would explain it to me the next time we met.” “Crescent. Fire. Like I said, each symbol belongs to the different entities that embody her being. The shape of the crescent on her back might signify that she’s a mother wolf.” She paused briefly before continuing carefully. “While the fire...” she took another deep breath, “the fire goddess.” “No fire goddess has ever been known to make it to old age,” Mother continued quietly. “The fire always destroyed them from the inside out. So she isn’t simply a fire bender.” Her eyes settled on me. “She is the fire.”

She whisper. "Aishwarya by the time I tell you this, I might not be alive. Do you know what Magic Flamebound is? It consists of the five fire elements. Magic is what brings it together and Flamebound is the source of power. Only Flamebound is hidden out of Magic, and that is only then can you defeat your enemies, do you understand?" "No mother, I don't, please elaborate more on it." Ashwini said. "Look at the fire Aishwarya." Her mother said and Ashwini stared at the fire like she had before when she came down here in the first. It was in the fire she was shown the vision of a lady, and now she knows who that lady is, Ganga.

I tossed and turned, my mind replaying her restless eyes, her shaking hands, her secret calls. When sleep finally claimed me, it betrayed me. The fire came back. I was inside it again flames curling up the walls, greedy and orange, licking at the ceilings until the plaster cracked. The smoke clogged my lungs, searing hot, and every breath felt like swallowing knives. My screams echoed against the collapsing walls, but no one came. No one, except him. Adrian. He stood in the doorway, tall and unmovable, his face shadowed by the dancing flames. The fire warped his features, but his eyes… oh, his eyes. I would know them anywhere. Cold. Detached. Watching me not as his wife but as an inconvenien

I caught wind of the conversation between Flame and Arman, his loyal underboss. I heard from Flame’s voice and mouth that he was the one who killed my parents. Yuichi tried to kill my parents, but if it wasn’t for Flame, my parents shouldn’t have died. I heard from Flame that Yuichi could not kill my parents and Flame shot my parents’ skulls, causing them to die. My parents are members of the Fire organization. When they found out that my parents were leaving their organization and canceled the arranged marriage between Flame and I, he himself ended my parents’ life so that the engagement could still continue. But due to the unexpected event that another organization onslaught in the Ledesma

I could feel my skin burn and the penetrating pain, but soon it faded, making my skin unable to feel anything at all. “Oh, lord!” Mother sobbed. “This fire won’t go. My son!” she panicked. “Reverz! Damn it! Why isn’t it working? Ilana, back off!” Strokes of billowing cloak hit against my back. The flames were captured and extinguished between the cloak and my body. “Son!” Mother placed her shivering, cold and burnt hand on my cheek as I blinked at her blankly. My ears were still hurting. Another set of burnt hands wrapped my body in the cloak. The same hands broke all the mana blockers around mother’s wrist, ankles and neck.

Crashing through me like a tidal wave. I saw her—my mother—standing at the edge of a circle of flame. Her long, dark hair whipped around her face as she held something glowing in her arms. A baby. Me. Around her were witches and wolves both, snarling, shouting. “Kill the child,” someone roared. “It bears the mark.” My mother didn’t run. Instead, she whispered, “May the moon take my truth and bury it in her bones.” She pressed her lips to my forehead and disappeared into the fire.

The god lifted its hand to strike and I lifted mine, open-palmed. “I don’t yield,” I said. “I give.” Light exploded between us. The god froze__So did everyone. Then a deep wind swept across the field, howling through trees and bones. And I saw—the memories of wolves long gone. Luna of the Nightfangs. The first Flamebearer. My own mother, standing beside my father, her hands glowing gold. They had all given their flame. Not for power but for love. The god stepped back, its hand trembled. The stars in its eyes dimmed.

He looked older than before, tired, but his eyes were sharp. “I need your help,” I said. “Please.” He looked at me with a frown. “You never listen. You were warned. The Flame will burn everything, including you.” “My mother is alive,” I said. “They’re using her. If I save her, the Flame will be fully mine.” His eyes widened. “Your mother? Are you sure?” “I saw her. In the Flame’s mirror.” Christopher rubbed his beard. “If she’s alive... then they’re using her to weaken you. To hold you back.”

Elara gasped and staggered back. Kael caught her. “What did you see?” Elara looked up at the ceiling again, at the mural of the woman. “I saw myself. But not just me.” She stepped forward again, the flame in her chest sparking to life. “This is where the Flame of Virelith was made. Or called. Or gifted.” She looked at the others. “My mother came here. So did the first flamebearers. This is why Morvani fears me.” The brazier pulsed.

I raised my palm and said,” let me think. I looked around the room trying to come up with a plan. The fire burning in the fireplace caught my eye. A moth flew towards it dazzled by the flame. It turned to ashes the moment its wings touched the fire. If the fire had managed to move back just by an inch the moth would have been saved. The fire is not capable of maintaining distance but I can. His pain-filled eyes flashed before me and I felt a pang of regret but I had to do this. I couldn’t let Alex burn like the moth just because he wanted to come near me.