Novel & Cerita 9 Eternal Flames

“No, not that—anything but that!” The Goddess raises her hand, and the mists split open beneath him, revealing a pit of fire so vast and endless it seems to stretch into forever. The flames are not earthly—they are white-hot, devouring soul and shadow alike, a blaze that burns without end.

"He just said that he is the cure " "Who?!" I demanded, pulling her head back farther, afraid of the answer. "Who is the cure?" She glared at me as one side of her lips lifted into a sneer. "Your child!" Without thinking twice, I pulled her head from her body as crimson blood gushed from the cavity. Suddenly, her body burst into flames. A glazed look was still on her face as it suddenly burst into red, orange, and blue flames, as well. Within seconds, she was just another pile of ash that was now dotting the courtyard.

James nodded lightly and replied, “Alright, let’s look around.” The two stepped forward and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, they had already entered the Flammae’s territory. They shifted through the area and finally arrived in the Flammae’s core city, Flame City. On the east side of the city was a spiritual mountain. From a distance, it looked like a blazing fire. Even the sky was a fiery red, and the clouds looked like flames. “The Flammae are the last surviving race of the Elemental Primevals.” Qiyana looked at the field ahead of them and sighed.

He said softly, patting her shoulder while looking into her eyes. He leaned closer to her, inhaling her intoxicating scent as if she were his oxygen. His hand clutched her slim waist while another hand was making patterns on her thigh, creating a tickling sensation in her. She looked into his amber eyes. There's something about that gaze of his, which she'll never find in another man. As if at that moment, their souls have made a bridge. That's all she ever needed to connect. A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity.

"From the moment I called you in and entrusted you with a responsibility, a profound transformation occurred within me. It was a moment of forgiveness, a letting go of any lingering resentment. I am sure that Aliana, too, harbours no grudges. Nevertheless, I encourage you to extend your heartfelt apology to her, which shall bring solace to your troubled heart. Ingham, I beseech you to understand something of great importance. It is a truth that resonates deeply within me, one that I implore you to embrace wholeheartedly: women, be they werewolves, halfbreeds, or Lycans, deserve the utmost respect. They should never be treated as mere objects of pleasure or amusement. No, they are the essence

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

The echoes of distant howls and the clash of weapons reverberated through the air, signaling the escalation of hostilities that tore at the fabric of the supernatural realms. Seraphina, with Adrian's note clutched tightly in her hand, stood on the threshold of the birthing sanctuary. The invincible threads, though resilient, seemed to vibrate with the tremors of conflict that echoed from afar. The birthing sanctuary, once a sanctuary of dreams, now faced the harsh reality of a world torn asunder.

"I did not stutter." Dothan's fury was palpable, the tension in the air enough to choke on. His lips curled into a sneer, and his voice was ice cold when he spoke again. "I see that little escape of yours has made you grow wings but you forget that you're just a butterfly Adele. I can easily rip off those wings and set them ablaze. Watch them burn till there's nothing but ash to testify." Adele could hear the malice in his voice.