Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

“When they fought the Winged Serpent, many of the Mystic Path Users died, leaving only a few survivors behind. The Black Warrior came out of the battle as the Black Dragon Of The East. And that was because of an ability he unlocked when he faced the Winged Serpent – Hellfire. Legend says that Hellfire was a black flame that could burn through anything, even actual fire. But he disappeared after he returned from the battle. No one knows if it is because he was severely injured or he had other reasons, but he never appeared again. Initially I thought that Dan was a remnant of that group. But it seems that he was born after that turbulent period. And it was likely that the information I gained

I responded knowing fully well that my brother can leave without me for real I will be seventeen by next week which also mean I will be able to find my mate this week so that my first time shift will not be as painful as it's supposed to be, my wolf will be relaxed and calmed for the . Talking of mate, am a werewolf and the beta daughter to be precise. The name of our pack is sliver pack which is being led by Alpha Jasper I entered into my bathroom, quickly have a shower, brush my teeth dressed up and come my hair, I hurried downstairs to my parents and impatient brother, he might disappeared to school without me again like he usually does

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you train all day as you’ll soon be finding out.” “What . . . was that!?” asked Romero, finally finding her tongue. Blakeney handled the question. “I didn’t want to tell you about Oliver until he got here. He’s quite gifted. Being a descendant of Hephaestus, he was blessed with the ability to control fire . . . well more than that actually. When we fought Cerberos, Oliver was able to produce incredibly strong flames from within himself and send fire pummeling at the beast. It was quite miraculous,” he finished in admiration.

"Is that really the story?" "I'm summarizing," Marcellus said. "And skipping parts. See, this is the part I find very interesting." "The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart."

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

CHAPTER 78 – The Hidden Path The summit was quiet, but the tension didn’t leave the air. Rowan led the group down a narrow ridge, fire flickering faintly along her palms to light the path. Lyra moved ahead, her movements cautious, almost reverent, as if walking a place long forgotten. “This path,” Lyra said without turning, “was used by the first firebearers. Hidden from sight, known only to those who were trusted. It lets us move without being seen, scout, and gather information before anyone realizes we’re there.”

Emerald says in a low voice, I just give her a small smile and nod before returning my attention to the witch I now know is called Denu. “Well, Denu, our land is not quite as prosperous as yours but we have great resources in other things. Our land sits at the top of Ignis mountain, the atmosphere is hot. I hope Emerald will enjoy it there, and yes she will be safe of course she will be” I look down at Emerald who is looking up at me with a strange expression on her beautiful face.

There was nothing they could do about this. The power emanating from that group had clearly made it clear to everyone that they were now martial divine emperors. The Great Emerald Empire was supposed to be one of the main attackers that was placed in the middle of the Three Army Coalition. However, they were now the furthest from the arena and the Path Seeking Sect's mountain gates. After Chase was done helping everyone break through to the martial divine empire realm, he still had massive amounts of Order of the Path Intent, vital energy, and middle emperor-grade pills. By now, the spatiotemporal path was completely opened.

"I ain't lettin' you do this alone. Those... things... they were werewolves once, just like me. I'd like to help put them out of their misery too." Emerald nods solemnly. "I want to help as well. It's the right thing to do." I swallow hard and nod, touched by their loyalty despite the horror we're about to face. "Emerald," I say softly, "could you burn these corpses, please?" She nods and extends her hands. The corpses ignite in flames that consume only the pile of remains, leaving the surrounding forest untouched. I take one final look at the burning pyre before turning away. "Let's go."

“I’ve already been broken. What’s left now is the part that learned how to survive the fire.” Vera said nothing at first. She only watched Emereah’s fingers as the ember flickered and pulsed, alive with something ancient. The fire didn’t consume her. It clung to her like breath. “You speak like the flame is your ally,” Vera said softly, stepping forward. “But even fire leaves scars.” Emereah’s eyes didn’t move from the horizon. “I’ve bled for every scar. And I’ve named them.” “Named them?” Emereah nodded once. “My father. My mother. The warriors of Crescent Silver Moon Fang. The girls they slaughtered. The mates they silenced. I carry them all.”