Monarch Of The White Flames Mga Nobela at Kwento

Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying. " As you know, the White Wolves were the first of the werewolf generation. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess with immense power as well as wisdom. They lived peacefully with little conflict, but that all changed with the power struggle. With White Wolves being on top of the supernatural food chain, every other supernatural creature wanted a taste of that power. The first is Drakoen, the mage of darkness. He was just a mere mage who wanted to be something. The only way to do it was through marrying the White Wolf, Princess Alvira. She was a bright and kind young woman who just wished for eternal peace," sh

When he returned, he finally seemed a little more clear-headed. But there was no way I was going to let him move on. I deliberately dragged out my resignation process and constantly reminded him of Daniella's kindness. His mental state was already fragile, and within a few days, he had spiraled into depression. He started looking for every possible chance to kill himself. But he had terrible luck, as he failed every time. In the end, he jumped off the rooftop of Daniella's house, shattering both his legs. He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

“Has no one told you?” “Told me what?” “You really don't know.” His smile darkened. “That you’re the last descendant of the royal white wolves.” The world crashed around me, and you just had to believe me when I said this was the twist I didn't see coming at all. “Wait.” My breath stuttered. “W-What?” “Your lineage,” he drawled, “is the only one capable of stopping me. The only one with the power to ruin everything I’ve built. Why do you think the poison was necessary?”

"The Vampires aren't moving like an army. They’re moving like a plague. They’ve bypassed the traditional mountain passes and are using the 'Shadow Roads'—tunnels that haven't been opened since the First Age." Lady Morana stood at the head of the table, her face grimmer than usual. "They seek the Origin Flame. The Vampire King, Malphas, believes that if he consumes the blood of a True White Wolf, he can walk in the sun. He wants to end the age of the Moon and bring about a thousand years of dusk."

The power inside me—was it really meant for him? “Why would it belong to you?” I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. “It’s mine. It was given to me.” The man’s smile widened, revealing sharp, white teeth. “It wasn’t meant for you, Ghost Wolf. You were just the vessel. The Flame was always intended for one purpose—to burn everything to the ground. To destroy. And I—” he paused, taking a step forward, “—am the one who will reignite it.”

“Three different syndicates reached out. They want you to speak. Some kind of summit forming around structural reform in the eastern territories. They’re asking you to lead it.” I paused. “Why?” “Because you’re the only one who burned something down and didn’t try to rebuild it for yourself,” she said. “That makes you different. And dangerous. In the good way.” I walked over and flipped through the papers. Headlines screamed back at me in bold, sharp fonts: THE WHITE FLAME RETURNS ORDER THROUGH RUINS PIERRES NAME STILL ECHOES AS NEW STRUCTURES RISE PETROV BLOODLINE: TRUTH OVER THRONE?

Vaelgor swung his sword toward the creature, but Alaric raised one hand and stopped the blade in midair. “You cannot command what I created,” Alaric said. Vaelgor's expression became furious as he forced his sword forward, but Alaric simply pushed him backward with a wave of dark power. I stepped forward. “Enough.” Everyone turned toward me. The flames around my body changed from silver to a strange mixture of crimson and white, and the ancient symbols beneath my feet began glowing in response. Alaric stared at me with genuine surprise for the first time. “You already have it,” he whispered. “The First Flame.”

“I forbade this country! I don't even step foot in the royal capital myself unless ordered, and yet you brought a fragile human straight into the middle of a Lycan outbreak.” His voice broke. “If she dies because of this… I’ll never forgive you.” Talia’s face crumpled. Inside her mind, Lyra let out a low, grief-stricken whine. “Enough.” Bellamy stepped forward. The air itself seemed to grow heavier. His eyes burned gold. “Submission, Beta.” His voice dropped into something ancient. “By the blood of the Alpha line… I command you. Kneel.” Devon gasped. Fenrir whimpered helplessly inside him as the royal command crushed every instinct to resist. His knees slammed against the marble floor.

I asked. “It’s just a suggestion, Your Highness. But if they knew that you are now dating the most influential entrepreneur around the world, they must be doing their best to hide and clean all the evidence that they left,” he whispered. “But I’ll try to locate them, Your Highness, since the amount of the money they stole is huge and I can’t let them be happy while we are having a hard time because of the budget that they stole.” “Execute them right away, then burn their body using the gold fire,” I commanded. Gold flame differs from blue flame. The blue flame is for wizards while the gold flame is for werewolves that can kill them right away. For the vampires, it’s a silver flame.

I paused my steps, turning to stare at the man, his arms folded in faux indifference as he leaned on a corner, a pose he had kept since I had pushed away from our hug. Despite what he tries to emulate, Mondrian was anything but indifferent, his gaze had never faltered from me, not once as he followed my every move. It made me feel hot and bothered by his attention. I narrowed my gaze at him, “ Why am I here Mondrian? Where is here?” “As you have probably deduced, this is White Fire Lycan. And you are currently inside of it, my room to be exact.” I looked around the wide expanse of space and snorted “You call this a room?” Mondrian dared to look sheepish, as he rubbed his head, “If this is a