The Nicholas Flamel Series Novels & Stories

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

No words. Like he’d read my mood before I’d had time to label it. I blinked at it, then at him. “Am I that predictable?” He smiled. “You’re caffeine-dependent and emotionally avoidant. That’s not predictable, that’s iconic.” I cracked it open and took a long sip, the cold bitterness anchoring me back into my body. “So, how was your first class at hell’s literature dungeon?” Nick groaned. “Is he always that intense?” I tilted my head. “Sometimes he smiles. But that’s usually a warning sign.”

Mr Richard disclosed as he peered into the flipping pages of his large textbook. I smacked my forehead, feeling sad, bored, angry, tired all at once. When I slipped my hands off my face, I saw Derek's green eyes staring at me. I smelled his musky lavender scent. It filled my nostrils and it seemed like it was pulling me closer to him. I just recalled that I haven't rejected him. As long as we haven't Rejected each other, I'll always be craving his scent. I shook my head and averted my gaze away from him, using my fingers to scribble on my desk.

The sight of her crazed expression sent shivers down my spine. "Let her go, Amy!" Nicholas commanded, his voice unwavering. "Your darkness will consume you if you continue down this path." But Amy, lost in her madness, refused to release me. Instead, she lashed out with her dark magic, creating a formidable barrier between us and the rest of the world. Nicholas took a deep breath, centering his resolve, and focused on breaking through the barrier. His alpha will clashed with Amy's dark power, sparks flying in all directions. The ground trembled under the strain of their conflicting forces.

"But there is the possibility of a war going on between angels and demons because of me. For the books I wrote twice. How can I save anything if I don't even understand my intentions?” "That's why I'm here, dear "she stretched out one of my hands, and took mine before I could retreat. "To show their lives, and why you chose that Elena Flamel would be the last.” The world has turned again, but we have remained at a standstill. Lilith kept looking at me, and it was disconcerting to realize how her eyes were mine, how the tone of her skin looked like mine, even so discordant of that dark and huge blond hair. The dark strands of my hair were blown against me as the world adapted to tell a story.

It was all too much, too suffocating. As I sat on the edge of my bed, the ache in my chest only grew. There had to be something I was missing. My thoughts spun back as I went through recent events. The mandrake flower, the cryptic flower order card, the shadow luring me inside the forest, Lucas's accident, and Stefan’s frame-up. Could all of it be coincidental? Never!

Inch by inch, she pulls me forward until only my head and shoulders remain on this side of the shimmering veil. Through the haze of agony, I catch a glimpse of Nickolas in the midst of the chaos. He's engaged in a vicious duel with one of the witches, her hands wreathed in flame as she hurls gouts of fire at him. But Nickolas is inexorable, shrugging off the scorching blasts as if they're little more than a mild annoyance.

That's not why I'm here, he thought. "Yesterday was a bit horrific for me," Nicholas began. "I saw a lot of strange things." He brought out the book Groots wrote. "This book gave me a lot of mysterious things like opening itself up and showing me things I have never read in the book," "What do you mean?" Groots asked. Jasmine was a few metres away from them unnoticed. He inclined his ear just so he could hear them well. "It flipped pages itself." He explained. "It might be the wind."

I am getting weak as time passes by. "P-Please, n-no," I whispered weakly and bit my lower lip till it bleed, just for me to feel something other than being numb and weak. My breathings hitched as I lie down in the cold floor. The queen is very wicked in her own ways. I don't know what she's planning. She slowly walked towards me and touched my cheeks softly. "You've done your job well." A smile broke to my lips and uttered in a whisper, "h-hope you d-do yours. L-Let Slaught-trus drink it. O-only then, my d-death will be w-worth it."

Just then Nick raises his head asking for permission to speak by which she immediately granted nodding her head in response. Standing up as Nick snaps his finger turning everything into complete darkness, engulfing them into his premise, 78 looming in a spinning motion of neon velvet light-colored cards emerges around them. Snapping his finger once more 7 distinct cards slowly spins as it descends lining up in front of them. Facing forward as its light faded, the images of the first 7 major arcana's are presented. “The fool, the magician, the high priestess, the hierophant, the chariot, strength, the hermit.”