Song Of Silver Flame Like Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The whispers. The accusations. The years of rejection. It all crashed together in one overwhelming wave. Her breathing quickened. “I didn’t do anything,” she said softly. But her voice trembled. Maris scoffed. “Of course you didn’t.” The sarcasm cut deep. And suddenly— The air shifted. Silver’s emotions surged beyond her control. A pulse of energy burst outward from her chest. The torches surrounding the clearing flickered violently. The massive bonfire at the center crackled as flames whipped sideways in a sudden gust of wind.

When my eyes snapped open, everything had changed. The battlefield, the chaos, the enemies… It all looked distant, like it was fading into another world. I looked down at our joined hands. They were no longer normal. A silver flame—bright, glass-like, and terrifyingly beautiful was burning between our fingers. It crackled with raw supernatural heat. In the next heartbeat, the silver fire surged upward. It raced up our arms like lightning, wrapping around us completely and within seconds, Jasmine and I were swallowed in a towering blaze of silver light.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

But before they could even approach us, I set a large fire around us. "Fhyra! What are you doing?! Argh!" Cool said and grunted when he got burned when he grabbed and touch my shoulders. "Don't touch me! You'll get burned!" I yelled at him. The guards were trying to extinguish the fire I made. But they can't. Although all Flamias had the ability to control fire, a normal flamia like them can't compare to the royal blood's abilities. Not to mention that I made these fire barriers with rage.

The only reason I could see him was by the trail of fire he left as he darted around the area. 'Are you kidding me? He's fast! I feel like its the wolf version of The Flash.' That trail of fire was hypnotizing. The way the flames mesmerizingly streamed out of his fur was beautiful. Nic just watched before Silver stopped infront of him and slowly, the flames disintegrated. But then a thunder sounded making me look up in confusion, 'The moon was out a minute ago.' Both Nic and Silver howled as the thunder became louder. As soon as they finished, both of them took off. I leaped out of my hiding place and followed them in a safe distance.

A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity. She's mesmerized by his softness, a yearn developed in her belly. Those words, "I like you too," came to the tip of her mouth as butterflies flew inside her stomach with their proximity but never came out. Tanvi was striving to resist the temptation caused by his charm when he was this close. Her heartbeat increased drastically. A slight movement of her face will brush his stubbled cheek. The thought itself made fire rush up to her cheeks.

And then they sang—not a war song, not a victory chant, but the old lullaby once sung to new Flamekeepers: “Let the spark become the flame, Let the flame become the path, Let the path become the story— That no shadow can outlast.” As the final notes faded into the wind, Serena looked at the flame once more. And the flame… smiled.

Until now. She reached into the flame. Agony. Divine agony that burned away her name, her doubts, her mortality. Light exploded from her chest. Her scream became a hymn. Her body lifted from the stone floor, veins glowing with a thousand truths. The Flame entered her. Arthur fell to his knees, shielding his eyes. All around them, the mist screamed and danced. Then silence. When she opened her eyes again, they were silver—mirror-pools of Elarion itself.

“It wasn’t just me.” She looked past him, toward the moon. Kilian followed her gaze. The silver light above pulsed faintly, as though the moon itself drew breath for the first time in centuries. The voice came again — the Moon Goddess, whispering only to Nova’s heart. “The dawn is yours. You are the Silver Flame. Rise, and let the world remember.” Nova’s chest swelled with light. Her breath came steadier now. Kilian felt her energy, fragile yet alive, flowing into him through their bond. He held her closer, as if to shield her from what came next.