Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

Author's POV Darkness...Darkness and Darkness are all she could see. Darkness surrounded her like the ocean, she was looking for brightness in that peach darkness. Sweating profusely, Koushalya licked her dry lips to hydration. her mind was blocked from all possible ways to get out of the Darkness. her eyes flinched with hope when she saw a ray of brightness appearing to clear her Path. " koushy....koushy...." Koushalya was pulled out from the deep slumber she was drawing in. her mother was standing near her head and yelling her name.

"Don't forget yourself, because you are still much stronger. If you want to be stronger, you must take the path of the half-emperor." Blue Firebird said seriously, reminding Long Chen. Long Chen knew what Blue Firebird meant; he did indeed have plans to break through to the half-step path of the emperor. "Do you know the meaning of the emperor's path?" Long Chen asked Blue Firebird. "Of course, I will send you a memory from the main body." Blue Firebird replied with a smile. He then sent some information to Long Chen about the emperor's path.

"The prophecy of the book. I shouldn't have created the book in the first place. I should not have destroyed the book and not left it in the hands of my children. Emerald, when the book appears, it must be destroyed completely" "How can it be destroyed?" "The children must travel across the seven rivers and seven mountains. There's a cafe that has an ever-burning fire. It must be destroyed in it" Emerald sighed. "If the book is destroyed will there be peace?" "Peace will return and the world will be better again" "How will they get there?" Amaya handed a glowing red stone to Emerald. "Give this to my descendant. It will help them find their ways" Emerald took the stone from her. "What about

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

"The fire of the Sun-Walker has become a heavy garment. Why do you still wear it?" I stood on the shattered remains of the obsidian altar, my emerald-white fire flickering like a candle in a gale. Beside me, Eryx was a mountain of tensed bronze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he watched the Silver-Walkers descend from the Mirror-Ship.

“They think you’re losing it.” “I am losing it. And maybe that’s what it’ll take.” She was quiet, studying me. Then, softly: “We’re with you.” I turned toward her. She held out a small vial. Inside it, a flame flickered. White with specks of gold. Not like any fire I’d seen before. “What is it?” I asked. “Part of the original ember,” she said. “From the Temple of Ashes. From the altar where Azaria first collapsed.”

Fire. I slowly open my eyes to see I am correct... There's a massive fire in the middle of these woods. I can feel my mates. I know I can. I can smell their ocean scent.... I look up on the cliff to the left of us and see a set of glowing amethyst eyes, I look over and see another set of glowing ruby eyes. I turn my head to the cliff to the right of me and see glowing sapphire eyes. I look above me in the tree and see glowing emerald eyes.

“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.