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she said in awe. Cara dropped the black ink and then focused her attention on the book. “It says here that the white fire is called the Mystical flames and that any protector who steps inside it without being worthy will be burnt by it.” “It searches for the one worthy enough to carry the powers it beholds. Many have tried thinking they were worthy but they have all failed and therefore killed.” “What happens when the mystical flames find the worthy one?” Amelia asked curiously. “No one knows as the worthy one has ever been found,” Cara answered. “Everyone that went into the fire died as if they weren’t worthy.”

A terrifying red flame appeared in his palm. When he saw this, the man in a white robe knelt on the ground. “The Bloodshade Flame. Only Emperor Yarden has this Supernatural Power. You—” Suddenly, a roar came from the palace. “Stop!” In the next second, a purple shadow flew out. It turned into a graceful woman in a white robe and a white mask instantly. Looking at James, she hurriedly said, “Chosen One, please have some mercy on them.”

His fists were now releasing flames that were ready to be fired at any time. "Well, exactly my point. You're looking at him now," answered Albus. "What do you mean? Am I looking at what?" asked Vulcan, confused. "You are looking at the living dragon in front of you," replied Albus with an arrogant smile. "Huh? Are you crazy?" snorted Vulcan with rage. "I'm very sane. I will introduce myself once again. My name is Albus White, The White Dragon,” said Albus as he spread his beautiful and elegant white wings on his back. In an instant, snowflakes flew in the room as Albus spread his wings.

Divine Monarch White Bone sighed as he said, “This is the only way now. You have to get me out of here first. Then, I will go find the White Bone Scepter.” At that moment, the Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens said, “Divine Monarch White Bone, you better save your breath. Since this place is the sacrificial altar of gods in the Sinless City of the Witch Kingdom, the probability is almost zero now if you intend to use him to escape this place.” Divine Monarch White Bone was startled. “Why?”

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.

She earned the crown. Now she must prove she deserves it. Only one week has passed since Traci was crowned Queen and revealed to the world as the Last White Wolf. The kingdoms finally have hope, old alliances are beginning to heal, and peace seems closer than ever. It is only an illusion. While the kingdom celebrates its new queen, Maddox and Ralph have vanished into the shadows, quietly rebuilding their forces and preparing a far more dangerous plan. They have learned a painful lesson, attacking Traci head-on is impossible. This time, they will strike at the people she loves, forcing her to make impossible choices that no ruler should ever face. As Traci struggles to balance the weight

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.