Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

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

“I know how to stay when things are uncomfortable. I know how to choose what is right, even when it costs me.” Her breath shuddered. She let it. “I know how to serve.” The silence deepened. Alina lifted her head. Tears blurred her vision. “If that is enough,” she whispered, “then show me. And if it is not, let me walk away without shame.” For a long moment, nothing happened. The candles held their light. The shadows did not shift. The Crown did not blaze. Waiting pressed in. Then the stone beneath her palms warmed. Not with heat that burned, but with warmth that spread slowly, steadily, like sunlight reaching through cloud. The ember stone glowed a little brighter, its light soft but unmista

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

The ground solidified into a path of black, volcanic glass under our feet, a courtesy of Kairi’s will. It was a declaration in this formless place: We are here. We impose order. The sapphire and emerald vortex Silas had pointed toward now resolved into a grove of trees with leaves of frozen flame and bark that pulsed with a soft, inner light. It was as good a place as any to stop.

asked Tian Sen, seeing a figure of blue fire standing not far from where he was. “Me? I am you, and you are me! Wake up, oh my self, reclaim what is yours and achieve what you wish to achieve. Don’t let this small world stand in the way of your achievements!” Tian Sen truly didn’t understand what the blue flame in front of him meant. Just as he was still pondering the blue flame’s words, the blue flame suddenly turned into an ordinary flame. Then the ordinary flame shot rapidly toward Tian Sen’s forehead, terrifying the young man to the point of near-death. He thought his body would be consumed by the flame, but upon checking again, his body was still perfectly safe. Who would have thought t

Perse said. “He’s got more than five supernatural powers within him.” “Have you ever heard of Pyrokinesis?” Perse asked and I thought for a while. “Isn’t that the controlling of fire with mind? Or fire manipulation, something like that?” I asked and they both nodded. “He has that ability too” She whispered and a light gasp escaped my lips. “So be careful” she added and I nodded even though I didn't mean it. How dare he hurt me? He messed with the wrong girl, I’m going to have my pound of flesh, no matter what.

“And let the world know that embers, once hollow, may burn with hope again.” They stood among the drifting mist, the fountain’s light fading into dawn. Behind them, the path to the crypt lay hidden, its trials now behind them. Ahead, the city stirred unaware that, below its streets, a new Ember Circle had been born: one guided not by shadowed power, but by the twin flames of truth and love. Hand in hand, Isabelle and Alexander turned toward Montrose Hall, ready to face whatever came next together. And in their wake, the ember of their covenant glowed softly, a promise of light to come.

Emerald reminded himself of Luke's words. Witnessing his life lying lifeless in this deserted land, his eyes went blood-red and lavatic. He howled loudly. His tone filled with hatred, revenge and his body emitted death. Death of Evanora. The weapon in his hands dripping fresh drops of Scarlet's blood shined red and he marched towards Evanora who stood blankly not noticing how she ended up on the battlefield. But registering Emerald lashing towards her with his huge flapping wings, she started throwing all the fire, water, and airballs she was left with. Killing all the distance between them, Emerald came dangerously close to her. He smiled a sinister laugh.