All Chapters of Wielder Of The Dragon Flame : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
45 chapters
Chapter 1
The big brass bell on top of the Crimson Flame Academy tower rang loud and long. Dong… dong… dong… The sound rolled across the red-tiled roofs and poured into every classroom like warm honey. Students jumped from their seats, chairs scraping the stone floor, bags flying onto shoulders.Inside Class 3-A, the noise was even louder.“I can’t wait for tomorrow!” “Finally, the Awakening Ceremony!” “Who do you think will get the strongest flame this year?” Asta Xavier sat at the very back by the open window, one leg crossed over the other, his arms folded. His black hair fell over his brown eyes as he stared at the excited crowd. A tiny smirk played on his lips.He whispered to himself, so low no one heard.“Keep talking. Tomorrow you’ll all be looking up at me.”The classroom door slid open with a soft creak. Miss Rena, their homeroom teacher, stepped in. Her long red robe fluttered like real fire. She clapped once. Everyone went quiet.“Hey everyone, listen up!” She smiled wide
Chapter 2
The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the Tristan mansion dining hall. The long table was covered with warm bread, golden eggs, fresh orange juice, and little silver dishes of jam. Everything looked perfect.Asta sat alone at one end, still in his soft blue pajamas, hair messy from sleep. He was quietly spreading butter on his toast and taking small bites.Cassian stood in the doorway,his arms crossed. He was already dressed in his neat school uniform, his tie perfect, his shoes shiny. His sharp eyes stared at Asta for a long second.Asta looked up and met his gaze.Cassian let out a tiny, cold chuckle, just a puff of air, nothing friendly. Without saying a single word, he walked past Asta’s chair, his shoulders stiff, his shoes clicking loud on the marble floor. He headed straight for the grand staircase and disappeared upstairs.The old butler, Grogerry, stepped closer, wiping his hands on a small towel.“Young master Asta, did Master Cassian wake up on the wrong side o
Chapter 3
The day of the Power-Checking Ceremony finally came.The grand hall of Crimson Academy was packed. Students from every big school in the kingdom sat in neat rows. The air smelled like new uniforms and nervous sweat. A huge crystal ball sat on a golden stand in the middle of the stage, waiting.One by one, students went up. A boy just finished. The crystal glowed bright gold.“Class A!” The teacher shouted.The boy jumped down the steps, punching the air, laughing with his friends.Then the teacher looked at her list.“Lucien Pyre!”Lucien stood up from the front row. Tall, Blood-red hair, perfect smile. He let out a small, confident chuckle and walked to the stage like he owned the place. Girls in the crowd started whispering.“Look at him…” “He’s so handsome…” He stopped in front of the Empress. Who was seated on a high white throne with two strong mage-warriors standing on each side of her.The Empress smiled kindly.“I remember you, Lucien Pyre. Your father brought you to the
Chapter 4
The whole hall went dead quiet.Every eye wide in surprise. Cassian’s cold face slowly turned into a dark smile as unclenched his fist and folded his arm.‘What is happening…I…don't understand,why isn't the crystal ball glowing, what does it mean?’Asta Xavier muttered to himself, his face building up sweats as his hands began to tremble.The students began to murmur.“What is happening?”One female student asked.“I don't actually know, but I think the crystal ball might be broken or something, right?”Another female student asked.“Asta, are you sure you laid your hands as I instructed you to do?”The teacher asked, her tone thick with curiosity as she stepped closer to Asta.“Uhmm, yes ma'am, I placed my palms on the crystal ball as you instructed and…”“Teacher!”The Empress voice cut in, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall, Asta stood frozen and trembling as his sweats began to drip down to his clothes and hands.The Empress got up from his seat and then walked towa
Chapter 5
The grand hall felt like it was shrinking around Asta.Every laugh, whisper and fingers pointed at him felt like a needle stabbing straight into his chest.Elara stood there, her arm now looped through Lucien Pyre’s, her perfect smile turned sharp and cruel. Lucien kept his hand on her waist like she belonged to him now.Asta couldn’t move. His feet felt glued to the marble floor.“Elara… what are you saying?” His voice came out small and broken.Elara rolled her eyes, like he was a child who didn’t understand simple words.“Asta, be serious. You have no flame. Zero flame, meaning you have nothing to offer me.”She flicked her hair. “Do you really think the Veyron family will let their only daughter marry a boy who can’t even light a candle? A boy who will never be clan head? A boy who is… useless?”The word useless echoed in the hall.Someone behind Asta laughed out loud.“Useless Xavier! Haha!”Another voice joined in.“Guess the great Fire Lord’s bloodline ends with a dud!”More
Chapter 6
Asta’s eyes snapped open.His chest was rising and falling fast, like he had been running for hours. He sat up so quickly the thin mattress on the bunk bed creaked loud. The room was small and gray. Bare walls. A tiny window high up let in cold morning light. The air smelled of dust and old wood.An old man sat on a wooden chair beside the bed, watching him with calm eyes.“You okay, boy?” The old man asked, his voice rough but not unkind.Asta blinked, rubbed his face.“Yeah… I think so.”He looked around again, confusion written all over his face.“Where the hell am I?”The old man gave a small smile.“No need to be scared. You’re in the Labourers’ Unit. Bottom floor of the academy. This is where flameless students work now.”Asta’s heart dropped.“Labourers’ Unit…? How did I get here?”The old man stood up slowly, joints cracking.“You ask too many questions.” He said, turning toward the door. “When we were rounding up the flameless ones after the ceremony, we found you passed o
Chapter 7
The small safe-house was quiet except for the soft clink of teacups.Asta sat on the old brown couch, his knees pulled up a little,his shoulders hunched. Across the low wooden table, Butler Gregory sat straight but tired, the lines on his face deeper than Asta had ever seen them. A young maid (Lina, the one who used to braid flowers into Asta’s hair when he was small) came in carrying a tray. Her hands shook a little, but she still managed to set down two steaming cups of black tea without spilling a drop. The smell of bergamot filled the room.“Thank you, Lina.” Gregory spoke, his tone gently.Asta wrapped both hands around his cup and took a slow sip. It was hot enough to hurt, but the pain felt good. It was something real.Gregory sighed. “Master Cassian gave the order this morning. Every branch family, every elder, every guard,anyone still loyal to the old lord’s bloodline,has been told to stay away from you. He called it ‘cutting dead wood.’”Asta stared into the dark tea. “
Chapter 8
Asta stood up slowly, still feeling like the floor was swaying under him. “I… I really appreciate you telling me all of that, even if it feels like someone just dropped a mountain on my head.”He said, his voice low. Old Man Kael was already at the door, wrestling with an ancient iron key that looked older than the academy itself. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” He grumbled, jiggling the key left, right, up, down, then left again. “I just need to lock this damn door before the rats throw a party in my scrolls.”The key refused to turn, Kael muttered curses under his breath, shook the handle like he was trying to choke it, then kicked the bottom of the door so hard the whole frame rattled. “Come on, you rusty piece of…”Asta pressed his lips together so hard they hurt. A tiny laugh was trying to escape and he was losing the fight.Kael whipped around, one white eyebrow raised so high it nearly touched his hairline. “What’s so funny, boy?”“Nothing, sir!” Asta squeaked, his eyes wi
Chapter 9
Asta’s neck hurt from looking up, his mouth was still open but he didn’t care.Rivers of fire floated above him like liquid stars. Shelves taller than the imperial palace stretched into darkness. Students flew between them on wings of flame, on boots of flame, on nothing but raw power and laughter. Books the size of doors glided past on glowing rails. Somewhere far away a phoenix made of pure light screeched, and the sound turned into golden musical notes that rained down like petals.Asta finally found his voice. It came out a squeak.“How… How is something like this in an underground cave?”Old Man Kael folded his arms, looking annoyingly proud.“This isn’t a cave, boy. This is the Grand Crimson Library, built two thousand years ago inside a hollowed-out heart-crystal geode the size of a mountain.”“The First Flame Emperor and the Nine Dragon Sovereigns themselves carved the walls with living starfire and bound the whole thing with Aetherial Voidstone. It can’t collapse. It can’t b
Chapter 10
The floating bench swayed gently under them like a boat on quiet water. Old Man Kael sat with one elbow on the table, scarred hand rubbing his chin, staring at the torn-out page as if it had personally insulted his entire bloodline.“Who might have done this…?” He muttered, his voice rough as gravel.Asta couldn’t sit still. He leaned forward, elbows on knees, fingers laced so tight his knuckles went white.“There has to be another way.” He said, the words tumbling out fast. “Anything. I don’t care how dangerous. I need to know what’s inside me.”Kael lifted his palm. A perfect sphere of golden-white flame bloomed above it, spinning slowly, soft and warm like sunrise.“There is one way.” He said quietly. “I send this Dawn Lotus Flame straight into your heart. It’ll act like a mirror,let you look inside yourself and see the dragon face-to-face.”Asta’s eyes lit up. “Do it!”Kael’s grin turned wicked. “Of course, the second my flame touches the seal, the dragon wakes up furious.