Firelight Ekko Arcane Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I answered. “I would use that ability and pay close attention to her scent. Since she is a dark angel, it is possible that your pup could be a rare metallic angel. It is written that the only other two documented dark angels gave birth to children that bore powers associated with metals. One was said to have wings that were golden in color and that the child was able to control all things made from gold. The other child was said to have wings that were dark grey but then faded to silver at the tips. This child could control multiple different metals.” Eivor explained.

“Elira’s made a pact. She’s not just after the flame… she’s feeding it.” The creatures lunged. Kael shifted instantly, claws gleaming, his Lycan form towering. He struck one creature mid-air, ripping through it like paper, but it didn’t die—it reformed, smoke curling around its limbs, solidifying again. “They can’t be killed,” Aria muttered. “Not unless—” “Unless what?” Kael snapped, tearing through another. “Unless I burn them.” Her voice had changed. Lower. Fuller. The flame inside her stirred. She stepped forward, raising her hand—and fire bloomed from her fingertips, roaring into life and swallowing the nearest Wraithkin whole. This time, it screamed. This time, it stayed dead.

"I'm not intimidated by your title or your power, Alpha Sage. And I won't be bullied into submission." "You're making a mistake, Lyra," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear. "You're playing with fire, and you'll get burned." I smiled, confidence burning within me. "I'm not afraid of the flames, Sage. And I won't back down." He just stood there, his eyes blazing with anger and frustration. Feeling his burning stare mentally strip me and I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have an intimidating look, but I wasn’t going to let him win.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Thus, Lucas sauntered toward the stone stage and placed his hands over the black, old treasure chest. Without hesitation, Lucas opened it up. All of a sudden, a bright light shone. After the bright light faded, Lucas beamed into the treasure chest and found a skill scroll. It looked like a very old script. It had the wordings, "Immemorial Demonic Slash!" Immemorial Demonic Slash: Grade S skill. With a slash, three thousand phantoms will appear and make everything it comes into contact with vanish. It can be upgraded to Grade SSS.

A heat was building inside her, one she had never experienced before. “I can smell both your arousal and fear, sweet mate,” Drago growled again, “Soon, you will be ready for me, and I will claim you as mine.” “But, you already have,” “I have, with words, but not with my body,” “Oh,” madchen turned her head, trying to hide the furious blush crawling from her neck to her face.Two fingers pulled her, forcing her to stare into those deep emerald eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he smiled.His jet black hair fell about his face and shoulders,a perfect vision of a creature who wouldn’t be tamed.

She growled rushing forward toward the group of ekek that had surrounded three warrriors who were heavily injured. Using the sceptor Elaina obliterated two Ekek immediately, the minute the blue electricity touched their decayed skin it turned them instantly to ashes. Feeling the power growing within her she pushed more of her own inner energy into the sceptor causing it to grow and expand giving her more reach and even more killing power. Smiling happily she fought off a hoard of angry ekek that didn't appreciate her killing their friends as they attempted to claw at her wings and tear her skin. Slashing the sceptor she cleanly cut one in half before stabbing the other in the heart.

The land itself groaned beneath their feet. The rift pulsed like a heart, veins of black light spiderwebbing out into the soil. “Hold formation,” Kieran barked. Elizabeth stepped forward, her golden aura flaring. Solbrand gleamed, hungry for battle. And then, Something stepped through. Tall. Slender. A silhouette of thorns and starlight. Its voice boomed in their minds. “She burns with the Flame of the End. She must be unmade.” Kieran didn’t wait.

I cried. Kaelen didn't use his sword. He grabbed a flask of high-proof traveling ale from his belt, took a mouthful, and spat it through the embers toward the creature’s shadow on the wall. A pillar of fire erupted. The flames didn't touch the creature’s physical body, but they engulfed the shadow. The Echo let out one final, haunting cry in Lyra’s true, piercing voice and disintegrated into a pile of grey ash. Silence returned to the room, broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing and the whistling wind.