Fiery Path Emerald Novels & Stories

Something precious and important. ‘We were fighting the attack on the pack grounds. Fenris and I were working together, and we unlocked our powers. By the school we were separated. Fenris assisted fighting pack members, while I was protecting children. Our mate was wounded, and the woman had plunged a knife into him. We got her off, but he was badly wounded. We licked the wound to help him heal.’ As Emerald is talking, the pictures of the events play in my mind. It feels like a movie from a lifetime ago, not something that happened just recently. The two sides are at a war inside me. The pains are almost unbearable, and they reach a crescendo where I am sure I will not survive it. Just as I

"Damn that sorry, Matthew!" The iron poker slammed against the stone hearth with a deafening crack, sending a spray of orange sparks dancing into the air. Emerald didn't just look angry; she looked like a force of nature finally breaking its banks. Her chest heaved, and the dead look in her eyes was replaced by a searing, emerald heat that felt like it could burn me where I lay.

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.

“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.

“Lady Emory, then.” Knowing I’m not going to win this battle, I concede. Gavin shows off his little menagerie. There are birds I’ve seen in books, and there are birds I’ve never even heard of. They come in all sorts of colors from black to a rainbow of feathers. “And over here is the rarest in my collection, the Firebird. There are known to be less than fifty of them in the world.” Inside the cage is a bird with feathers that look like flames. Its feathers are a mix of reds, yellows, and oranges. Its beak and eyes are obsidian black. Something about its face looks sickly and old.

A dark green emerald color eyes, glowing in the dark. It’s what we’ve been seeking to chase our victory. Indeed, they are hiding in the shadow. And now, they are out to get us. The Erebus warrior pack is out to get us.

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.