Novel & Cerita Mother Of Flame

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

I demanded. Elias’s answer was slow, painful. “Because someone didn’t follow the burn order. Someone paid them after they were disbanded. And that someone was either your father… or your mother.” My mother. Helena Vale. The image of her ordering a kill, driven by her sharp, cold ambition, came far too easily.

She dipped her head once, reverent. Behind them lingered others. Elias, the spell-forger who carried her when her leg was heavily wounded beneath a flaming siege. Reydan, her old lieutenant, his missing arm now replaced with an iron limb etched in protective runes. And standing at the back - Sister Nyara. The old witch had once been called Mother Flame, a name earned when she faced down a revenant swarm with nothing but a torch, a spell circle, and her own stubborn fury. Her robes were black and crimson, scorched at the hem, and her dark eyes burned with unflinching clarity.

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

The Hollow pulsed again. This time, a voice echoed—not from any one place, but from beneath their feet. “Memory is not mercy.” They all froze. The trees groaned. And a woman emerged from the circle. The Flamemother Returns She wore robes made of smoke and flame-thread. Her face was ageless. Her eyes burned not with heat, but with sorrow. “Who are you?” Serena asked. The woman tilted her head. “I was the first to hold the fire without burning,” she said. “I was the last to leave this Hollow whole.”

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

I’d be locked up in a heartbeat. “Oi, what are you doing? Where is she?” Levi bounds into the office looking around. Confused that I would be sitting away in the office when I’d found my mate. I gesture at the screen as Levi comes around the back of the desk beside me “Who is that?” “My mate, she’s fucking human”

“Please don’t send me away” I begged. “Clara, it’s only until you learn to control your powers” my mother told me. “I can’t do this on my own” I held back tears. “You have no choice, it’s not safe for you to stay here.” **** I can’t believe this, I’ve done it again. Everything around me is slowly catching on fire. Why can’t I learn to control myself? No wonder my mother banished me out here.

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."