Monarch Of The White Flames Novels & Stories

Malia Placing the flowers on Sebastion's tombstone I sat down from across after laying a blanket on the grass and began holding my necklace. "Hey bash, I'm sorry for not coming by sooner I was supposed to come a couple of weeks ago but you know me, I was so tired I mistakenly slept all day" I chuckled "I ended up going to the club that same night and ended up leaving with someone, I couldn't tell you who he was because I don't even know but I do remember him having a tattoo on his chest. It was pretty cool actually; it was an angel with burning wings falling. But anyway, my last day at Firehouse 12 was the other day, I start at the new station tomorrow as the head paramedic, apparently, I wa

Macy giggles as she nudges Layla. “Isaac will be over shortly to take your orders” I lift my head to the voice and lock eyes with a monster of a man. I’m not a short girl, taller than all my friends but this man stands at well over 6 foot. His sandy blonde hair is cut short and styled to perfection. Not a single strand is out of place. He doesn’t look like your typical waiter. His biceps are rippled, and straining against the black buttoned shirt he is wearing. The sleeves are rolled up showing full sleeve tattoos on both arms. I look back down at the menu, doesn’t matter how good looking they are. None of them are worth it. I flip through the pages trying to decide on what I can order. I ha

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

With your confirmation, I can take away Nine Flames with peace of mind. The Flame Monarch frowned. "Snatching Nine Flames? You're so arrogant! The flames have been passed down for centuries and have never been extinguished! It was I who brought them back. Who do you think you are? Daring to even think about taking away the flames." He thought the conversation would continue, but Felix raised his hand and pointed. The Flame Monarch's expression changed drastically. He didn't even have time to defend himself. As he glanced down, he was horrified to find a bloody hole in his abdomen.

Brutality in the Trio is usually reserved for Asher, Cassius’s dragon. The play for Miss Alman’s class is to be our take on a famous piece of literature, such as Romeo and Juliet. I would like to write a happily ever after type tale, but I fear touching Conner. He might go along with it to pass the class, but afterward, he would punish me severely. So I look over my first outline. It is called Dark Gifts, and is my spin on Macbeth. I am keeping the witches in it, and mirroring them after the Hags. Conner will be the aspiring king, and me as his supportive wife until war breaks out. I will kill King Conner and take the throne. That's as close to a happy ending as I might be able to get away w

"Luca, how could you trick your mother like this?" He shot me a hateful glare. "You're not my mother. My mother is Vivian Houghton. You deserve to be tricked for abandoning me all those years ago."

That she could burn her. She didn’t just survive fire now—she commanded it. The Blue Flame. Fire from the Nether Realm. Fire that obeyed not the laws of nature, but the will of its wielder. Once, long ago, the first Blue Wolf—Aamon—had wielded it. A prince fated to marry for politics, not love. But he fell for a maid named Mona, and chose love over duty. They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns.

Simon let out a derisive chuckle, his gaze on Ella as dismissive as if she were nothing more than a bug. "This whole charade between us was just for show, a play for the sake of the old man's fortune. I assumed you'd be wise enough to see that. Now that they've taken off, it's all on you!" He moved in close, his breath hot and angry. "You're the reason I lost my true love, and you're going to know exactly how that feels." He seized Ella's wrist with a fierce grip and yanked off the bracelet, yelling, "You don't deserve to wear anything of Lily's!"

"Let me show you." Her black flames exploded outward, but they weren't black anymore. They were silver—the color of moonlight, of mirrors, of reflection. The flames that had only ever destroyed now held something else within them. My white fire. Somehow, impossibly, my healing flame lived on inside my sister's soul. "This is for Mona," Nova said, and silver fire filled the world. The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Alaric's face as he realized what he'd created—not a broken twin, but something far more dangerous.

"Now the Palace Lord and us have some important things to discuss with the monks of other Sects from the Disciple, and after the matter is resolved, I will show you more." "Thank you Palace Lord, thank you brother Vincent." Tadhg Walter was overjoyed to hear that, his feet of ice blue Flame Flame made him somewhat bound these years, he himself was completely helpless, he could only suppress the ice blue Flame Flame in his internal body, but it was just that. Disciple monk's miracles are not bamboo body monk can imagine, maybe Disciple monk can have measures also difficult to say.