Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

Not past his friend who hovers. “Who are you? Fire fae?” I roll my eyes, tossing out his powers like it’s an insult. The fire fae are temperamental little shits. Hot-blooded, some say. “I just complimented you, and you’re going to talk to me like that?” He balances his hands on his hips with an amused chuckle. “Name’s Emerald.” If he is referring to the fact that I’m ‘not as beautiful as your people would have us believe,’ then that was hardly a compliment.

Simon says. “Yes, well, that is what she told us.” Payton answers. “Emerald I need a silver flame.” Simon states. Emerald looks at him but opens her hand. There in the middle of her palm is a small flame of fire, but it is silver in colour and glowing white-hot. Marcel and Vaydyn hold Nate and me back as we both stand up. Rationally, I knew that Emerald was controlling this and that she would not get hurt, but my protective side wanted to put that fire out. Simon told Payton to hold out her hand as Emerald placed the flame on her palm. We were all expecting Payton to scream in pain, but she didn’t. Her bracelet started to glow, and a very strange script appeared.

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

Between the two of us, we’ve just gotten the group out of the trench when something hard slams into my back sending my flying. “King Yhendorn!” Fenian yells. I quickly regain my feet, spinning around just as I hear the screeching of a dragon above me. Since the fire is aimed at me, I know this is Ember. Hopefully, she knows that her fire can’t hurt me. Fenian blasts her with his earth element, sending a boulder to hit her in her chest and knocking her off course. He could have taken her down. He could have broken her wing, but our goal is to save our friends if we can.

"So, if you absolutely hate this next idea... don't shoot me. Shoot her, okay?" Emerald let out a tiny, surprised giggle, the sound light and musical in the cool mountain air. "I don't think I can do that," she admitted playfully. "But I could probably give her a very fierce look." Her smile faltered just a fraction, a brief shadow of her past trauma flickering across her face as she looked down at the dirt path. "You know... if I can actually remember what a fierce look feels like." I can remember what fierce was like, Liora's voice echoed in Emerald's head, sounding remarkably strong. It's time to be fierce again.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

He tried to call out to her, but choked on the blood. Amerie burned. She burned everything in her path to get to Everett. With each beast that fell, her heart ached more. Asteri howled in her mind. Each step she took shook the world. Pain fed her fire and power. Tree roots broke through the ground, slamming into beasts on either side. Her hair became flames and her eyes burned a deadly bright white.

and I had to get rid of Amelia so the witches won't take over but now history is about to repeat itself again I already lost someone I loved dearly and trust me I wasn't gonna lose anyone again, not this time Emerald has to be strong, it follows the origin of her name the name Emerald is rare and uncommon but I gave it to her because the jewelry was as hard as a rock and as strong too that was the meaning behind her name, she's gonna overcome this all, she isn't going to let the darkness within take over the Emerald I know is a fighter not a quitter, she never gives up until she hit her target and with that I can be rest assured that no matter what situation she's in right now I was sure

It lit the space between them with something akin to golden sunlight. Adelaide’s breath left her in a single, stunned whisper: “It’s… beautiful.” The corners of Cael’s mouth tightened, not quite a smile. Like the expression belonged to a different man, one who had once been allowed to hope. “This is Emberflame,” he said. “My people’s oldest fire. The first fire that rose from the earth. Very few demons still carry it.” His voice dropped. “It’s forbidden. If Apollo saw this—” He didn’t finish the sentence. Her flames dimmed along her arms, as if yielding to the presence of his golden thread. As if her power recognised something more kingly than Hell’s crown.