Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

Smith UPDATE: The Sequal has been signed!!! The name of the book is called Emerald Eyed Luna: Grant's Revenge. I just signed it and if it isn't posted right now, you should see it in the next day or so. I found it on my laptop but not my mobile device as of right now but it will be available ASAP! Thank you!

“What’s wrong with it? Right from the start, Fedora was neither a man nor a woman. Fedora is a representation of Amara. About why she is hiding her face and gender, we could just tell it as a story of a man gate keeping his wife.” Tradiskano poured some wine on his cup too. “That sounds like truth.” “If that really happens, I may need your help.” “You can always rely on me, Sondre.” The men raised their goblets and tossed. “Thanks, Tradiskano. So, my first request is to find everything that there is about the cousin of Colosas Febrez who just came home from studying abroad.” “You know that I am a businessman. Compensation is essential in every move.” “Consider it as your payment to me when I

“I’ll record everything on Exile Island in my own way—to record how I walked toward my death and to record how the Yule family walks toward destruction. This video might never make it out, but I’ll find a way. I will make sure it gets out!” People in the audience rose to their feet. Some even grabbed Father by the collar, shouting in fury, “You’re a monster! You deserve to die!”

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance flared with such visceral power that the magma in the nearby pool momentarily froze into glass. "You're the hilt, Emma," Félix rasped, his forehead resting against mine. "And I’m the hand. Nothing is taking you away." The forge was a massive, circular platform made of Memory-Silica and Cold-Iron. I took my place at the center, the Seven-Fold Vessel floating before me. "START THE CYCLE!" I roared. One by one, the essences were released. First, Solis. A beam of pure, golden solar-fire erupted from the vessel, turning the grotto into a second sun. I took the heat into my left hand, my skin turning a translucent, glowing amber.

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

The gold in Freya’s eyes dimmed for the briefest second. “You will follow. But not into the flame. Into the layers that surround it. The Ash Paths. You must hold them. Anchor her or she is lost.” “And if we fail?” I asked. “Then I wake.” Later, Vexa led us to the vaults beneath the Emberdeep forge. The Emberbound did not follow. Whatever lay ahead, they wanted no part of it. “This door has not opened in centuries,” Vexa said, placing her hand against a wide stone arch rimmed in iron. The wall shimmered, then dissolved like ash caught in wind. “You walk where only myths belong now.”

I keep expecting the fire to burn me, to leave blisters like I saw on my father when he passed. “You need to get out, it’s going to collapse!” Fenian says, rushing up to me. He is also carrying two women. These are passed out, one over his shoulders and one in his arms. “I have to get Emmi!” I yell. As I run through the center, I pull my earth element, reinforcing the walls with dirt and sand, noticing that some of it is getting so hot that it’s melting into glass. “EMMI!” I yell again. I push through the fire, unable to see anything but flames and smoke. When I finally find her, she’s on the floor, sitting in a tight ball, her hands over her ears, rocking as she screams.

Because she was different from the rest. Emerald was born half werewolf and half spirit. Her mother, Jade, was a water spirit. While her father was a werewolf warrior. That's the reason. Emerald's wolf, Amara, was pure white with a stripe of blue and green beginning on its head towards the body. Her eyes' color was just like Emerald's - bluish-green. Her body built was bigger than the typical size of a she-wolf. She has strength and courage compared to a wave. And her attitude was calm and caring, just like the water.

Her eyes, burning with ancestral fire, locked onto his. “I am the Flamebearer of Saphiren. I have reclaimed what is mine. And you... will not touch my family again.” The ground split beneath her feet, casting the High Priest back with a shockwave of golden light. Phoenix glyphs seared the air, burning away the walls that fed on despair.