Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

Its flames were so bright it was as if the sun was rising from the Earth. The Emerald Gem Pack had taken extra care to ensure that the fire’s heat didn’t damage the surrounding vegetation or trees. Since they went with the laws of nature, they wouldn’t make the mistake of harming it. But they would go ahead and attack a pack behind their backs. Hypocritical bitches.

The windows to her right were open, and the nightly view of the forest brought her back to that fateful night. She was scared. The forest was dark and cold, and those men laughed at her like she was about to be butchered. But the fear that she felt suddenly shifted into something that she’s can’t recognize. It’s not rage or hate. It was like a ball of fire deep inside her was ignited and found its way out of her body. It’s so powerful that Emerald doesn’t know how to deal with it. Before she could even react to that feeling, a blinding light burst out of her body, making the men shock.

The party raises an uproar of hisses and vibrating gargles, their tongues piercing the air and some tails even clubbing the ground in excitement. The pathfinder EmeraldEyes leaps from his perch to join them. After a series of calculated tucks and tumbles through the algae-bloomed branches, he extends his arms to catch the air with two flaps of skin and expertly slows his descent. “There is only one path across their territory and I know the fastest way to reach it. Give me two of our best runners and we can set an ambush for them,” he whispers as he comes up behind CopperTongue.

I reached out a hand, and she nuzzled it gently, her fur soft and silky to the touch. "What's her name?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Flame's wolf looked up at me, and I could sense a mischievous glint in her eye. *My name is Ember,* she said, then shifted back. her voice filled with pride. "I chose it because she's fiery and passionate, just like me." I smiled, feeling a sense of joy and wonder at the sight of my daughter's beautiful wolf. Ember was a perfect name for her - it suited her fiery spirit and her shining, silver coat. “We will have to go on a run together soon.” We both smiled.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

The ground pulses faintly beneath my boots, like a second heartbeat echoing beneath my own. The air grows thicker with every step we take; dense, golden, thrumming with the ancient rhythm of fae magic. It glows faintly around the edges of trees, dances like will-o'-the-wisps just out of reach. This place suddenly looks magical and I'm absolutely loving it. This isn’t just the wilds. This is something older. This is the Path of Ember. "Stay close," I murmur, voice low but steady as I glance over my shoulder.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘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.

She was named after her eyes which shone like bright, alluring emeralds. She was a stunning woman, loved by few and feared by many. Emerald was a very powerful witch, almost as powerful as Amber. Most certainly trying to gain as much knowledge as to surpass her. There had always been a part of Emerald that wanted to be better than Amber. Better at everything, especially magic. But she just couldn’t receive the favor of the Goddess like Amber did. It was as if the Goddess didn’t listen when Emerald called.

Her threatening words clouded my thoughts again. I hated that lady. I hated her pride and the power she possessed. I hated to say it, but I feared she was stronger than me. But how? Who was she? I was the Alpha! I am Emerald and no one messes with me! My thoughts were interrupted by my seer's scream. My mouth hung in surprise as I watched him struggle in pain with blood dripping from his nose. "What happened?" I rushed to him, wiping the blood with my thumb. "There is fire on the mountain!" He struggled to speak.

"Your research on Aether-flow is elementary at best. Destroying it would be like burning a child's finger-painting. It's beneath me." "You monster!" Emberlyn's temper snapped. The air grew hot as she channeled her Fire Core, her cornrowed lava hair roaring. A ball of orange flame materialized in her palm, heat singing the edges of a nearby rug. "I'll burn that arrogant look right off your face!" She lunged, flame roaring as she prepared to launch a Tier-3 incineration spell. I didn't move. Didn't blink. 'Glacies Surgat, Ignis Cadat.' I chanted, but not a single word left my lips.