Novel & Cerita The Flames Daughter Ending

'You wish! With a fierce cry, I shot the flame of fire in a particular direction, my instincts had been nudging me to. I had deliberately kept my eyes from straying to the place so as not to give away my intent. I looked at the place I had released the fire on and there was Lilibeth with Iris in front of her as a shield. Iris started struggling with her like I saw in my vision. 'If you want to destroy me with your flame, then be prepared, for your daughter is going to be destroyed alongside me!' she said laughing.

The adults were focused on Elise’s actions and didn’t realize the flames had already chosen their masters. Blake Jr. had a black flame dancing in his hand, Gloria was playing with a white flame, Kyle had his deep red flame, and Lacey looked at her blue flame intensely, like she was trying to see through it. The clouds departed, and the sky became clear once more. The Trial of Flame ended with a surprise for Blake’s family. Elise’s barrier dissipated, and the children came to their parents, holding their flames to show them off. “Are you children alright?” Claire asked, looking them over for damage to their bodies, ignoring their flames for the time.

"The deceased is your daughter—Danica Lockwood." Mom stared blankly at the officer, repeating over and over, "Danica? Danica? How could it be her? That's impossible! We spoke with her just last week—no, half a month ago!" Tears welled up in Dad's eyes. He held Mom tightly to keep her from collapsing. "You're telling me... The one screaming in the fire that night was my daughter, Danica? I'm a firefighter. I heard the cries for help, but I couldn't save my own daughter from the flames?"

It hummed, flaming embers falling. Rhea knelt, weak. Aaron clutched my leg. Father’s voice whispered in my mind: Trust him. He hadn’t returned. I curled the sword in my bleeding hand and rose. “He took... him?” I said. Damien’s grin was patient. “Yes.” Behind me, Mother collapsed backwards, eyes glowing gold. My mother, a believer in the Flame. Betrayer. I spun. “Mother, what have you done?” Mother whispered as darkness swallowed the realm again:

Aarav said and Oorvi gave him a look "what? I am serious" Aarav said "I love you, never leave me alone Aarav ji. Now let's go." Oorvi said and Aarav nodded his head. ************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them.

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

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.

“The first fire was framed as mercy. The second as necessity. The third as tradition. My fire breaks the sequence.” Celeste watched her with something like pride. “Because you survived.” “Because someone chose to stop the pattern,” Evelyn corrected. “Now we finish it.” She moved toward the door, paused, then looked back. “You intervened when it mattered. That does not erase what came before. But it means you will not stand alone now.” Celeste bowed her head slightly. “That is more than I deserve.” Evelyn opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled into the library, cutting through the shadows.