Servant Of The Secret Fire Novels & Stories

“What was that?” “Your memory,” the woman said softly. “Or perhaps mine. The flame remembers everything it has ever touched.” Elena felt dizzy. “If it remembers, then tell me — who is trying to take it from me?” The woman’s expression darkened. “There are those who once worshiped the flame, who twisted its gift into power. The witch hunters you saw — they serve one who calls herself Seraphine Cross. She was once one of us, but she betrayed the balance. Now she wants the flame to destroy what remains of the old world.”

Found it satisfying to know I wouldn't be the only one going crazy. Garren explained that it was a very rare bond. It was only given to those who were destined to be together, but we're so blinded by pride and their own mind that they couldn’t get past it to be together. It amplified our feelings for each other making the need to be together stronger. Garren also explained that only a few beings could create everlasting fire and use it. Balthazar being the obvious one, but also a few others in history, could do it. One of them being Ryuu, of course. He explained that’s why I could push out most of his powers and why I could leave Balthazar in the first place. The flames lived in my veins and

Her eyes were sharp, clouded slightly by age, but bright with recognition. “You carry the fire,” she told Isabella. Isabella’s throat tightened. “Who are you?” “I am called Mother Sera. I was once a Keeper of the Altar. And you, child, are its Heiress.” They were led through dim corridors lit with oil lamps. The interior was filled with carvings, old tomes, and relics that pulsed with unseen energy. Deep beneath the sanctuary, they entered a chamber—circular, cold, and lined with symbols identical to those that had haunted Isabella’s dreams.

A battle-worn silence washed over the clearing, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves. The servant's eyes darted between Amelia and their master, torn between loyalty and the faint glimmer of humanity that still clung to their soul. In that moment, nobody moved, the weight of their choices hanging heavy in the air. Finally, the servant dropped their weapon, the clatter echoing through the clearing. A tear escaped the corner of their eye, glistening under the moonlight. "You're right," they whispered, their voice filled with regret and longing. "I've lost myself in this darkness. But I can't let you destroy my master. I won't let that happen."

She stares at it for tense seconds, before gasps sound when it goes up in flames. She doesn't stop there, she extends the fire, causing a trail of flames to burn a path forward and then around the circle. To the rustle of people quickly scooting away from the fire, she bows. "Tahira, your humble servant." Ivar gives a miniscule nod, a glint of approval in his gaze. A man steps forward next, bows. "Drakkon, son of the cause. Your faithful servant." Expressionless faces stare back at him.

"He likes his coffee in the morning before he talks to anyone because he's a horrible morning person. He loves the fact that what he wears are so expensive that if he ever got kidnapped, all they had to do was strip him naked and his ransom would be paid. He also loves being seeing naked too, he has this strange believe that he is a descendant of Adam or possibly, the reincarnation" Raven turned to him again "I didn't ask" His face glowed now "I'm telling you because I can, because I want you to know if there's anything I can't hide from you that wouldn't put you in danger, I would immediately tell you" She pursed her lips, looking away "I... I set the hall on fire because I was cold" She he

Odetta licked her lips and I scoffed. “‘Can you control it with your mind without touching?” Sera asked. “Mind?” I asked. “Yeah. Kingston can control fire with his mind alone,” Odette said. “I can’t do that, maybe I will learn better since I’m here now,” I said. I didn’t tell them about my super hearing anyway, I don’t expose every little thing about myself. The rain was really heavy, we all climbed our separate beds. I wrapped the duvet over myself and sighed. My mind went to Tiger and I wondered how many powers he really has, I remembered our little fight and I smiled before closing my eyes.

Why couldn't he just be like me, maybe that would be better for him. Thankfully we stopped talking about that stupid girl as we walked back to the mansion..Really ,I was just getting annoyed talking about her.. * * * * The following day I arrived at the bank earlier than usual ,I really didn't know why but I felt like coming in early..Yesterday was just so nice without seeing that secretary of mine but today I was already dreading this day just because I was going to see her..Sometimes I wondered why I couldn't just fire her..But how could I have done that when she was doing her work perfectly and not giving me any reason to complain..Firing her would only bring me some legal shit that I rea

Artemis says, handing me a wooden box. “What’s this for and five of us?” “Yes there are five of you. One for fire, one for water, one for earth, one for wind and one for spirits,” Apollo says casually. “As for the box, you each have one. You need to stack all five boxes and complete the movements in sync to be able to unlock you potentials from the crystals.” “That sounds super complicated… like what movements?” “You’ll know the movements when it is time. As for now, you need to be heading home. It’s your birthday tomorrow.”

He twirled his fingers, and the ice turned into fire. "My powers came to life after twenty-one summers had passed. I had already served ten summers as a slave in Foth and earned the title of the broken one before then. So while it showed, I was in charge of myself and answerable to no one. He balled his hand into a fist, and the fire disappeared. "I lived for those many years hiding, but I know in Wahala I wouldn’t have to hide anymore. I wouldn’t have to hide who I am or what I can do."