Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Painite is the rarest gemstone, and one of the rarest minerals on earth, but even it can't compare to how rare Avery is and the bond we are about to form with her. My brothers and I blow our fire onto the pile of raw gemstones, and soon a crown begins to form. I hold the finished crown up to the crowd before I walk over to a stunned Avery. “Baby, breathe,” I whisper. After she complies, I hold the crown in front of her as my brothers and I stand behind her. “Avery, do you vow to uphold the integrity of the Naga tribe, serving as its figurehead and flame, until one of our offspring is ready to rule?”

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

His expression was filled with rage; he wanted to fight Tian Sen and demand justice for his son, but he didn’t know how to calm his son down as he kept thrashing about in pain from his chest. “Wow, I never expected that the Fire Lion Fist would truly reach a whole new level after being combined with my own fire!” Tian Sen couldn’t help but praise the power of the fire he had drawn from his subconscious. Although it wasn’t as hot as the blue fire he’d seen, it was certainly enough to take on opponents of a higher level. And that was only twenty percent of his fire—he had no idea what kind of impact using fifty or even one hundred percent of it would have.

Princess Elyria, Ardyn’s sister, who’s now glued to me like a royal shadow. She’s insatiable, more aggressive than the guys, always wanting, always needy. Her emerald eyes, so like Ardyn’s, burn with a hunger that sets my fangirl heart ablaze. A princess in my harem? This is peak BL fantasy, gender swap or not. We’re in Ardyn’s chambers, silk sheets tangled from another round. Elyria’s sprawled beside me, crimson gown discarded, her curves glistening with sweat. She’s relentless, barely an hour ago, she dragged me from breakfast, lips on mine before the door shut, begging for my cock.

Ceres moved closer, silent. "When the signs began—fractures in our guard, whispers from the Red Court—I hid the last true relic of Alpha flame. The Emberstone. It was not forged to destroy, but to heal. To correct the wrongs of blood." Ceres reached for Xavier's hand. "He knew," she whispered. "Even then." Lafar's voice lowered, almost tender. "You must find it. I buried it in Vireloch, beneath the mountain they call the Ash Crown. The path is warded. The city is fallen. But the flame still remembers who it belongs to. Only the rightful flamebearer can retrieve it… or be devoured by it."

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

“What is it, Miss Emily?” “Can you only take me to the reception area or wherever a place that is not so crowded, just not to where exactly Apollo is. I guess it would be much better if I walk to where he is inside. In that case, I can enjoy the view on the pathways too.” Sylvia got her point and agreed. Riding the ATV vehicle with Sylvia maneuvering it seems not foreign to Emily. Maybe because her mind is already preoccupied to what to say once he finds Apollo. Simone informed him too, so there would not be a problem. She calmed herself.