The Flames Daughter Ending Novels & Stories

She looked like an ordinary woman. Long red hair. Golden eyes. A black dress covered in glowing patterns. But the heat surrounding her was enough to melt the stone beneath her feet. She looked directly at Elara. “So.” Her voice was calm. “The bridge has awakened.” Elara didn't move. “Are you one of the four creators?” The woman smiled. “I am the Creator of Flame.” She looked toward Lyra. “And you are the abandoned daughter.” Lyra stepped forward. “I am not yours.” The woman's smile faded.

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

Alpha Xander shakes their hands as he greets them before turning to introduce Luna Leslie and us girls, “This is my lovely mate Luna Leslie, our daughter Marci, Beta Marcus’s daughter, Callie, and Gamma Dave’s daughter, Celeste.” That was our cue to look into their eyes and shake their hands. When I glared into Alpha Callen’s eyes, I instantly felt a pit sink into my stomach. It wasn’t a good feeling either. My wolf, Bree, I knew from that was nervous. He was making her nervous.

Frowning, I stared at the body that was half buried under a wall. The right hand, burned to a crisp, was stretched out toward the door, while the left was holding onto the abdomen protectively. The grotesque scene made me jump back in alarm, but as my soul slipped through the wall next to me, I came to the belated realization that I was dead. That female corpse whose face was now unidentifiable after the fire was me. Half an hour ago, I was elated as I came home with my pregnancy report in hand. However, before I even reached the front entrance, I saw black smoke billowing out of the blazing house.

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?

“You’re building something beautiful. I’m proud of you. Just never forget that at the end of every day, you’re mine.” Elena smiled against his chest. “I won’t. But I also need you to let me fly a little on my own.” The “independent flames” chapter of their life had begun. It was messy, addictive, and full of both passion and compromise. And Elena was discovering that she could have both — her own light and his consuming fire — without one extinguishing the other. The empire still demanded much of Damian. Her business was growing. Their love was deepening. And the flame between them continued to burn brighter with every challenge they faced together.

I tried to ignore her, but my body was already on fire. A few minutes later, she stood up and bent over in front of me, pretending to pick something up off the floor. The G-string was pulled to the side, giving me a perfect view of her shaved, swollen, glistening pussy. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard, heart hammering in my chest. This is a setup, Kaleb. If you fall for it, you’re dead. She’s your dad’s wife. I kept fighting with myself, but she stayed in that position, ass up, pussy dripping. I lost all interest in the game. My eyes kept drifting back to her.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.

‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom. Omek thought about those in the town and a way to end the sacrifice they offer every damn year. One certain afternoon as the goddess was resting, he stole the staff and ran away. He had the freedom to go anywhere he wants but not the town. Before she could notice it, she was turn

She was about to close her eyes forever but the Dark Lord could hold it no more. He roared aloud at his failure as the entire place burst into flames. It slowly wrapped itself around Kiara, like a warm blanket. This was exactly the same time when the thunder struck the concrete walls around Mira, when she was getting desperate as a little babe. Her flames were from her father and the twin flames somehow connected. When Mira's desperation for survival opened the portal to Chemora, she sucked her dying mother along with her as well, completely oblivious to the fact that she was just about to sacrifice herself for Mira's sake.