Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

“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

She gripped the earth—and the old fire ignited. From beneath the earth, a pillar of fire exploded up, consuming the path in front of the beasts. Two yelped and fell back, fur scorched, writhing in pain. The third leaped through. Straight at her. Claws outstretched. Fangs bared. Emereah didn't flinch. She spun, swished her blade, and cut a fiery trail across its face. It screamed and struck against the stone, recoiling into the fire.

“He demands the Flesh and Flame ritual ; bonding by sex and fire.” Nyra’s lips curved. “Then we shall show him freedom by our own rules.” Ryker growled. “Are you certain ?” Nyra nodded. “We ride at first light.” Dawn’s orange haze led them across cragged plains and molten rivers. The Black Ember Citadel rose from scarred earth ; obsidian towers spired into smoke-choked skies. Flames danced along ramparts, molten tar poured from slits in stone. Near the gates, ranks of flame-armored soldiers stood at attention ; their helmets crowned with glowing embers. The Fire King’s banner, a molten crown over scorched flames, fluttered in ash wind.

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.

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."