The Flames Daughter Ending Novels & Stories

“But you’ve already lost. Because while you were busy saving her…” He gestured to the horizon. Adrien’s head snapped around. And his breath caught. In the distance, the city burned. Towers collapsing, fire swallowing streets, screams carried on the wind. The Queen’s voice echoed through the night, this time not from Liora, but everywhere. The world burns, Adrien Vale. And your daughter will be my flame to finish it. Adrien clutched Liora tighter, his silver fire flickering weakly around them. His chest heaved as he stared between Kael’s glowing eyes and the inferno consuming the horizon.

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.

Laughter followed coldly and cruelly as an old woman’s cackle rose above the flames and chilled me to the bone as she chanted words heavy with power. “…the daughter of Ember and Ash shall end your line… your blood will spill… she will destroy you…” The curse fragments burned into my mind while the rest faded into roaring fire and screams as it left me confused and trapped. I fought hard to wake up, to open my eyes, to escape the vision that held me like a prisoner.

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

"Please, Jake. I want to be with my dad. He'll never hurt me. Please, Jake. I'm begging you." "Right, you want to be with the Traitor, just like yourself. You deserve to rot in hell, you disgusting piece of shit," came Lucas's girlfriend's nasal voice, "I shouldn't have just thrown the water at you; I should have shoved your disgusting face into the stove, you bitch!" "Shut up, Alice," Surprisingly, Lucas's shout was heard, but the voices around me began to fade. A heaviness was pulling me into an unknown place, somewhere far as if I were descending down an endless, dark path. Was I dying?

"Luca, how could you trick your mother like this?" He shot me a hateful glare. "You're not my mother. My mother is Vivian Houghton. You deserve to be tricked for abandoning me all those years ago."

Every memory I had of her became buried beneath anger and grief until I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. But right now, bleeding in my arms and shaking with pain, she doesn’t look like a monster. She looks like my mother even if I don't want to admit it to myself. “Fuck you, Flamingo!” she snarls suddenly. “Do whatever you want to me, but let my daughter go. She has nothing to do with this. You already own everything, so…” Pain cuts her words short as more blood pours through her fingers. Flamingo sighs dramatically.

They look almost the same age which makes me question if they are twins. “Mom” the girl cries out “come play with us.” I cannot describe the joy I feel in my heart when I come back to the fire, but then I remember Ben. How could we ever tell him about us now? I’d rather die from not being able to complete the ritual than hurt Ben like that. “What did you see?” He asked. “Something that will never exist” I said. Rod rubs my leg, sending familiar flames through my body. “I think we better keep our distance tonight, for Ben’s sake” I get up and walk to my shed not giving him time to convince me otherwise. He doesn’t follow after me, sensing I needed my space.

Darius is there seconds, killing the rogue but she's bleeding badly and if we don't get this under control, she won't make it. I feel the cold shiver of fear before I know what causes it and somehow my eyes lock on Flame's as hers widen in shock and pain. Everything slows down as I see her sister Merida laughing maniacally, one hand raised as she inspects the blood running from elongated claws. Gene is beside Flame, lifting her into his arms and running back towards town while another warrior takes off after Merida. The pain and fear I feel from Flame is enough to send Kade into a frenzy and he flies through the Rogues, slicing and tearing at any body part that I connect with and leaving a t

My dress bunched beneath my hands. The candle was in Rosa’s hands. The flame flickered, but it didn’t burn brighter. She gave a little sigh, and passed it to me. Carefully, I held the glass jar up to my chest, my hands cupping it gently. I cleared my mind of all thoughts, and shut my eyes. Cheering erupted all around me. I opened my eyes, confused; immediately I saw that the flame had turned a bright white-yellow, rather than the ochre it had been before. It flew into the sky, the flame shooting straight upwards.