Monarch Of The White Flames Novels & Stories

For one quiet second, she almost let the archives live. Almost. But Olivia Monroe didn’t run companies halfway. She didn’t wage half wars. She didn’t burn half a system. She opened her eyes. white fire blazing. “I have to finish this,” she said. “And I’m not leaving you,” Ethan replied. She stepped back. Raised her hands. And unleashed the fire. It roared through the hall like a living wave, white, pure, unstoppable. Scrolls ignited instantly. Shelves collapsed. Icons melted. The flame didn’t burn red or orange. It burned with the brilliance of her power, consuming history without apology.

She questioned. "We have to burn it all" Mona said with a crazy look on her face. "Like the flames that we are we have to destroy with fire. Turn him to ashes" And just like that they had the man who was once Mury's father in law up in flames. They were burning him to make sure that he would turn into ashes so there wouldn't be any remains of him. The three of them held hands. An unspoken promise being said by their hearts. A promise that would keep this whole thing under wraps. They would never tell a soul about this. As long as they lived.

Damien POV: The air crackled with anticipation as I, Damien, the future Alpha of our wolf pack, stood tall and proud before my fellow pack members. The weight of my impending leadership rested heavily on my shoulders, but my gaze was fixed and unwavering. Years had passed since we expelled Amia, a treacherous wolf who dared to defy our ways and embrace the dark arts of magic. Today, I intended to ensure that her name would forever be struck from our memories.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

"I'm so sorry, Ophelia. I didn't know Benedit would save me first. I had already passed out from the smoke. If I had been conscious, I never would've allowed him to do that. "Please don't be mad at Benedict. If you want to take it out on someone, take it out on me." Saying this, she grasped my wrist and weakly slapped her own face a few times. I watched her little performance with cold indifference. She knew full well that my hand was burned, still wrapped in bandages, and too weak to exert any force. How convenient—she used that to stage this pathetic act. I must have been blind before. How had I never noticed she was the ultimate manipulative schemer?

“I deserve that much.” With that, she brings the flare close to the dry fabric of the Disciple’s robe, letting it catch fire. The flames travel quickly, going up along the man’s torso and filling the room with light. There are human bones scattered around, as well as Wolf bones. Seeing them makes me see sense in Monica’s wishes. She’s free now.

"Our leaders were simply too anxious because it was an order from above. I hope Baron Riel is not offended." "Your royal cavalry is the first to be so arrogant since the founding of Ice Demon City." I snorted and extended my hand. In my hand, a white flame appeared. The white flame grew, an infinite amount of mana flowed from my hand, and the city was blinded by it. The temperature suddenly rose several times, as if the hottest summer had arrived and the natural laws were in disarray. Before being reduced to dust by the white flame, the majestic unicorn barely had time to scream.

the Walker said, its voice low and echoing. Morpheus didn’t look up at first. He just waved a hand, dismissive. “Then deal with it. I don’t have time for petty distractions.” “It’s not that simple,” the Walker replied, urgency creeping into its voice. “The attacker uses white flames. We’ve already lost many.” My heart stopped. White flames. There was only one person I knew who could summon that kind of power. Damien. My chest tightened as hope and dread clashed inside me. He's here? How? The air in this realm was poisonous to him—it would drain him, maybe even kill him.

A white wolf now tattoed onto my palm. Imelda reached forward, gripping my knife in her hand before slowing her palm. She tilted her hand over the goblet, the blood dripping in and making a hissing sound as it made contact with the smooth gold and began bubbling. “I Imelda Kolgrim, Queen of Godric. Accept our deal." A blue flame erupted from the goblet. My palm burned again; I watched as a blue flame consumed the wolf, and then they both vanished from my skin. I looked up at her, slightly confused—a wide grin on her face.

A white wolf now tattoed onto my palm. Imelda reached forward, gripping my knife in her hand before slowing her palm. She tilted her hand over the goblet, the blood dripping in and making a hissing sound as it made contact with the smooth gold and began bubbling. “I Imelda Kolgrim, Queen of Godric. Accept our deal." A blue flame erupted from the goblet. My palm burned again; I watched as a blue flame consumed the wolf, and then they both vanished from my skin. I looked up at her, slightly confused—a wide grin on her face.