Servant Of The Secret Fire Novels & Stories

Cassian stared at her, something about this felt wrong, very wrong and yet before he could speak… Three frightened servants were brought into the chamber and they bowed with shaking hands and then one of them whispered, “We saw silver light before the fire.” Another quickly nodded. “So did I.” The third servant swallowed hard. “I… I saw it too.” The room erupted with whispers and Cassian remained silent. His eyes stayed on the servants, something about their fear did not feel real. It felt… practiced. The council chamber became louder. “Moonfang magic!” “I knew she brought disaster!” “The fire proves it!” Cassian slammed his hand on the table. “Enough!” Silence filled the room and he looked

“You think the fire belongs to you but it belonged to others long before you touched it. Malach has studied the old ways. The hidden ways. And he knows more about that Source than you ever will.” Rowan feels her pulse hammer. “What do you mean hidden ways?” Cindar smirks. “The cracks under the mountain were not an accident. The fire did not return because of fate. It returned because someone called it.” Rowan steps back slightly. “No. That isn’t possible.” Azeriel spreads his stance. “Stop talking to her. Face me.” Cindar shrugs. “Gladly.” He snaps his wrist. Fire bursts from the ground at his feet. It shoots upward in a sudden column. Villagers scream and scramble away. Rowan starts to move

"What? Heat period? What does that even mean?" "It means you'll desire to mate with your fated mate. It'll even be worse once he marks you dear. You have to make love with your mate so as to complete the mating process, Isabel. You have to do it so he can mark you," My wolf, Amy, explained while I shook my head, not wanting to comply with her words. "I don't want him, Amy. I don't want Derek as my mate. Things will only get worse." "You can't change your fate, Isabel. The moon goddess has destined you two together for a purpose."

Suddenly the upstairs door opened and Pete quickly signaled Trish to hide. ‘Pete, I see the lights are still on what is taking you so long down there?’ The husky man retorted. ‘Sorry sir, I was held up looking for the keys but I found them now. Just as you suspected Todd had left the door open.’ Pete replied quietly. ‘I am going to fire that lazy drunkard. Come up here and collect these empties before you lock that door.’ The husky voice said before he slammed the door.

Her nude pink painted lips in a firm line, and a shade of red blooming from her neck to her face. I must say, even in an angry state, Miss Annika Peterson is still a beauty. She hates me to the core, though. “Lia is my secretary,” Sir Troy said a matter of factly, as if that would explain everything. Even I, don’t truly understand why I’m here. That seemed to infuriate Miss Annika even further. “And that stupid secretary of yours is ruining what supposedly is a great lunch with my father. Why can’t you just fire—“

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

One I had memorized and recreated many times in my sketchbook. “This drop of blood symbolizes your birth into our family. We are one until death.” My finger was pinched until blood dropped onto the card. He then flipped the card, showing a saint's picture, and repeated the process. The next thing he did was to take out a lighter and lit up the inside of the goblet. He put the card over the flames, letting it burn while turning to me. “May your flesh burn like this saint if you betray me and your family. Repeat after me.”

“I’m good at keeping secrets.” His gaze shifted to me for good seconds, and I never broke it until he did so. He crossed his strong tattooed arms over his broad chest, throwing Milo a chilly stare. I wondered what was on his mind right now. I wished I was like my mom, who could read people’s behavior and emotions. I wanted to break through his outer layer on why it seemed like the world was always weighing on his shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be at work?” His question had my gut twisted. “I was fired.”

Irina firmly declines. "You fell in love with them? You stupid, greedy woman! I will let them know of your secret if you do not leave with me tomorrow!" the servant threatens. "You will burn with me if you tell them anything," Irina reminds. The servant falls silent, looking defeated. "Thank you for helping me gain everything and destroy my sister. I will take it from here," Irina proudly says. "You may enjoy the love of the Alpha Kings for now, but no secret stays hidden forever. You will regret betraying us for those cruel Alphas who couldn't even protect their own mate!" the servant responds before storming out.

They stepped toward the altar. Suddenly—a sharp hum of energy—and the room twisted around them. Not physically—but in time. The sanctuary blurred, and Lyra found herself standing in the past. Everything was bathed in silvery light. The altar gleamed, untouched. Around her stood wolves in ceremonial garb. The air vibrated with power. A voice echoed: “The Flame must remain hidden… lest the shadow find it again.” “And if she is born?” “Then we bury her blood beneath truth and silence.” Lyra gasped. The vision shattered.