Monarch Of The White Flames Novels & Stories

He’s the King with an army, and I'm the Queen with none. But is that true? The Lycan’s flame roars through me and the fabric on my body is burned off. The fire wreaths me in a dress of blues and yellows and white and indigo. The flame creates a covering for my skin and as I raise my hand, it spills forth and burns like a torch. I could ask this flame to kill them.

As we leave the hissing man with his smoking hands and the smell of burnt flesh filling the air, Kresten asks me, “Sir, what is he talking about? Who’s this White Witch?” I don't answer him as we come down the steps, my mind is in a turmoil. The last time I and Myron talked about the plan—this usurpation that’s now his plan alone—no one knew who the White Witch was, except that he was the head of the Rogue Resistance. Standing under a moonless dark sky, all I can think is how everything as I know it here is in grave danger if the man in that cell is saying the truth. If he was sent by the White Witch, then Myron is neck deep already in the conspiracy.

He had always been the solitary type. Back in high school, he had had no shortage of admirers. When he got to college, girls flocked to him like fish in a river, too many to count. His cousin was like a clueless bachelor, with zero interest in the whole love game. However, as one would say, when the old house went up in flames, it would really blaze. The others got curious too. "Who's the girl? Do we know her? Have we met her?" "You'll see," Stephen said. That shut down any further questions.

“I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed for eating crackers, and I’m happily married.” Vanessa's body quivered. Hell, she’d seen some of those things about to happen at Leather and Lace. “So how well do you know him?” Anita asked. Vanessa searched for patience. “Not really well. Like I said, he's just in charge of the case.” “And he helped you when you were having car problems? Tell me, have you gotten the details on Alaric. Is it true? The stuff they say? That he goes to Leather and Lace and is into dominance and some really crazy sex?”

"You're stunning, Rajkumari." "But I don't want someone to love me for my beauty!" Ahankara snapped, taking her hands away fron Neharika's and turning away from her. "I don't want to be the Moon," she said softly. "And you're not," Neharika replied, turning her around. "You're a unique Rose, Rajkumari. The most beautiful one to ever exist." "And he's made of flames," Ahankara whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "He's gonna destroy me as soon as he touches me, Neharika."

Orlando went ahead to greet the family, while I stayed with Flame who walked around the top of the sculpture to test his balance. He was oblivious to the danger he could be in if White didn’t approve of his new abilities. Maybe he didn’t even care. Xaivier had beheaded the last man who had tried to join the family for their own gain. He was only on the other side of the walkway right now. As soon as White started to approach us, I seized up. Was I even going to defend Flame if things escalated? “We have certainly put ourselves in a sticky situation” White smirked and sat opposite me “and by ‘we’ I mean you two.”

That was all. I flipped the page, searching for the ingredients. There they were. My grandmother had written them down. I stared at the list. Every ingredient. Every measurement. Every warning. My eyes moved to the final sentence. ‘If the White Wolf carries the curse marks and labor has begun, there may be little time.’

The flame didn't rise from the ground—it came from the air, erupting in a yellowish‑white fireball that slowly took form. Two figures stood before them. Neither demons nor shadows—but themselves. Yet not their present selves. Rather, the possibilities they had denied. Before Rea stood a female figure with snow‑white hair and glowing golden eyes. Her dress was black, soaked in blood, and blinding light leaked from her body as if it could not contain its power. Her hands were bloody, her gaze cold and emotionless. Behind her, an army of shadows—demons, angels, distorted bodies—knelt at her feet. And Rea knew what she saw: herself, had she surrendered her heart. Had she traded love for power. H

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

Logan asked. "I'll never tell!" Jesse replied, still grinning. "But Aella failed woefully at that too, the same way she had failed at the others. She claimed that she couldn't kill innocent people for our King. In fact, she took it a step further by getting mated to him." He pointed at Logan. "And so, the King ordered me to kill her in any way possible. I tried, twice, but Aella is surprisingly strong. I could see why they called her The White Wolf." "Tell them about the cave," Logan commanded.