Monarch Of The White Flames Novels & Stories

’ Alpha Dylan continuously pondered. The blood alpha of the Blood Claws Pack was finding the right time to open up about the black flames. Perhaps, if he knew the components and origin of the black flames then he could come back and fight beyond the wall. But the blood alpha did not have to wait long anymore. Alpha Cameron broke the tension in a calm voice. “I can now understand why the blood alpha of the Blood Claws Pack trusted that a mere vagabond could stall for us. That vagabond, Moon Goddess bless her soul, is truly a warrior to survive such a fight with that thing.” The southern alpha’s voice was laden with amusement, but along with his statement, it eventually sharpened especially wh

I leaned against Ghost, ready to remove myself from the equation. My father finally settled his emotions. “Esmeralda?” “Yes, Daddy.” I yawned, watching the grin form on his face. He loved it when I called him that. “Do you have anything to report?’ He asked softly. Always a Colonel. “That camp is the command center. There are about a hundred men, no women. They believe God chooses them to rid the world of abominations.” “Good, girl.” “Daddy?” “Yes.” “They thought God sent powers through the white wolf. An abomination.”

He was right. Shadow Pack's territory sat deep within mist-covered mountains. Along its cliffs grew a rare herb that only bloomed under a full moon. Its glowing blue roots had powerful healing and calming effects for wolves -an herb nearly impossible to find outside our lands. Inside me, my wolf, Liliane, stirred. "You're no longer the Omega who used to flinch at an Alpha's growl. Go back. If anyone who once hurt you tries again—I'll tear them apart." She was right. I wasn't that weak Omega anymore. I didn't even know how to define my current rank. My Liliane was a Whit Wolf-a rare wolf beyond the pack's rarchy.

" First, I am rooted in my place. But then I run out of the bathroom to my window. And there I see a great sea of ​​flames! The fire is spreading, pack members try to extinguish it with blankets. It's total chaos, everyone yelling at each other. The red Rolls Royce, the same one I drove to Human Town with Alcina for dinner yesterday, is on fire. On the roof of the vehicle, there is a pile of clothes that keeps the fire going. It is all crazy down there! And when I look some distance from the blaze, I see none other than Drina, my mate, standing with her hands militant into her side. Jace stands a few feet from her, shouting orders to warriors. My jaws fall apart.

Fluffy white wings stretched out of my back and cast a shadow over me, covering me as though they were shields. That wasn’t the problem, though. At the bottom of my wings, there was fire that did not appear to cause me or my cloth any harm. It just burned. In the middle of my head was a crescent moon that glowed. “They are burning,” I heard someone say. “How are they white if she is the demigod of Night and shadows?” Another asked.

Fire flickered in my palm, called by thought alone. “Burn them,” Malrath whispered, fading. “And bring me the girl.” The mirror went black. I stood slowly, curling my fingers. Flame danced obediently over my skin. A new weapon. Perfect. The white wolf would bleed for me soon, her kingdom turning to ash at my feet, and I would hand her head to my king… smiling. _____________________ Daeira POV

But more so, toward Maya. He kept insisting that Maya could one day create beautiful white flowers just like her mother, one of the legendary Ronas who ever existed. So he kept ‘polishing’ her with whips. Yet time and time again, Maya’s magic never improved. The only flowers Maya could grow were black, wilted, crinkly, and disgusting. That made him more annoyed. If he knew Maya would be a defect, he would have had her killed at birth and just kept her mother, Freya. Oh, he missed Freya. Missed the beautiful and fragrant white flowers she could summon. Freya’s flowers were white, pure, and delicate. Valir regretted her death. Especially because Freya left a ‘defect’ Rona as her legacy.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

"Thank you! Palomas Blancas knows where the millennial amber lamp is, to see if she'll accept it for you?" “Did she always know this?” "That's right! You underestimate her, she's an extremely intelligent woman, she always knows what's more important…” With that, the Demon King vomited a mouthful of blood, he said to the Fire God León de Fuego: “I want to see Palomas Blancas…” The Fire God León de Fuego smiled and left temporarily, before soon Palomas Blancas rushed in. At the moment when death was about to separate them forever, the Youkai King's Castle became even more murky.

With his pushing, other members had begun to question his abilities. "I'm a major shareholder with 60% shares. You're threatening to push me aside? It's my empire!" Rudra scoffed. "I built this with my bare hands, with my blood and sweat. No one will ruin it." Rudra stood up from the chair with hands crossed over his chest. A domineering glare from him sent shivers down their spine. The temperature dropped, giving people chills despite the summer heat. With a single instruction from him, their entire family could be ruined. He carries that influence and is the ultimate monarch!!!