Lords Of Flame Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Marriage is a union of hearts Voski. I don’t remember our ancestors engaging in any ceremonies. Moreover, she married Alex even if it was by human rituals. She has every right to be called the Queen of the Golden Land…” The King looked at me as if he wanted to burn me to ashes but he just said, “Tell me what you want to say.” Master prodded me slightly. Damn! Why did I need to do this? I drew in a deep breath and said, “A war is looming at the horizon. The balance between the Good and Evil; light and darkness has been destroyed. This war will be a devastating one. Everyone will be involved in it; the vampires, golden shifters, dark shifters, even humans.

The Nine Serenities Fire, the Mysterious Heavenly Flame, the Ghostly Devil Flame, the Purifying Flame. Warriors had planned these flames to be the most powerful in The Ethereal Land. Meanwhile, the various rumors regarding them didn't gradually become forgotten as time passed, instead becoming more and more divine! "Its strength is rapidly recovering!" Seeing that the black flame became clearer and clearer, Zephyr Khan couldn't help talking to himself. "Boom!" Outside the cave, the sound of explosions rang out crazily. Above the void, a huge black wolf kept swallowing and exhaling flames and sweeping in all directions. Its power seemed to be able to destroy the sky and the sea.

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

“Does that… mean something to you?” He hesitated. “There’s an old rumor. The Flame-Born Wolves—they were a faction of fire-aligned warriors. Charred red fur, claws like obsidian, rumored to be banished by the Moon Goddess herself for breaking the sacred bonds of the Seers. They worked with dark spellbinders. Rogue Alphas. They're said to be extinct.” “Apparently, they’re not.” He stood slowly, helping me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s see what else this Grove is hiding.”

Eva’s voice broke through the silence, tinged with a mix of relief and despair. Amira’s reply was soft, almost a whisper, but Aiden caught every word. "I don’t want to involve you… any of you. This is my mess." Aiden’s smile returned, slow and predatory. This was the Amira he knew—strong, protective, ready to sacrifice herself for others. And yet, she had come back to him, just as he knew she would. He lowered his gun, no longer needing to force his will upon these pathetic fools. He had won.

The fire is aware of its vessel. Killian stepped forward. "A crown wasn't the reason we came here. We came to get answers. The elders exchanged glances. A short, round man with sparkling eyes that glistened with something deadly then stepped forward. He declared, "The kingdoms are broken." "Combating. Dying. It's freezing outside. For centuries, we awaited the return of the Flame. And now it's burning in her once more. We will establish her authority in every country. My heart fell.

Lying in a hospital bed, I brought up divorce to Benedict Langley. Rubbing his temples in exhaustion, he sounded impatient. "I was up all night dealing with the fire in Norham and just lay down to rest, yet you drag me here for this? Is this some kind of joke?"

"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?"

“You’re lying.” “I wish I were,” Draven said softly. “The First Flame loved as you do, defied fate as you do. And when her light finally turned on those she swore to protect, I was the one who ended her reign.” His jaw tightened. “It took the lives of three thousand Lycans and the moon’s blessing itself.” The pack stirred uneasily behind me. Even the storm seemed to falter. Draven took a slow step closer, rain steaming off his armor. “You will bring her to my lands. To the Iron Vale. There, the Elders will bind her flame before it wakes completely.”

I was now his Luna, recognised and accepted by his pack, making our bond completely unshakable. I wasn't an insecure girl who had to run all her life, haunted by guilt and power hungry men. I was Luna, chosen and true. A murmur swept through the gathered wolves as the rebels Torben had once gathered approached. They came in slowly at first, wary, uncertain. These were wolves who had once stood against Moonridge, believing Torben’s promises of a new order. They had carried his banner, spilled blood in his name. But now, with everything exposed, they were left with nothing but their shame.