Solo Leveling Monarch Of White Flames นิยาย & เรื่องราว

‘Fine, I am giving you another chance, but before killing Caleb, get rid of her mate, she needs to die first otherwise, she will keep causing troubles for us’ three witched looked at each other in horror, he was asking for something impossible for them, was he testing them? ‘But Master, we told you that she can absorb our magic, it is beyond our capability to kill her with magic, do you want us to poison her or kill by physical weapon?’ Cecilia took up the charge and asked like the deal was in process. ‘She is white wolf; it won’t be easy for you guys to kill her. Not even by poison or any weapon, you have to find the way to kill her, and I am sure you will find it’ the man only needed the r

As long as he could kill the emperor with his own hands he would agree to anything. And with the strength of another Duke, his goal was closer than ever. Ifrit Level - 221 S-class 2nd circle Title- Blaze king Class- Hell Mage

“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?”

Sol sighs and looks at the ceiling for a moment, “Only that you should pay close attention to the colour of the flames you can produce. There are legends, in the book that will help you understand what they might mean.” She groans and nods, “I already burned white hot before, the first time I called flame. Back at the old Guild House, before I was taken the second time.” Sol blinks and nods, “Then keep practising. Control is the main thing to work on. The rest will come with time.” She nods and grabs the book from the coffee table and walks off upstairs, calling over her shoulder as she goes,

My Princess, the white one, is more powerful than the black one. They are three, the red, the black and the white. The white is the first degree powerful. Followed by the black, which is the second degree powerful, and the third is red, which is the third degree powerful. Before I would allow you to shower, you bring that charm. I want to destroy it for you because it can't charm me. She said to my Lord I can't go alone, someone has to go with me.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

Even a glass of plain water could become a deadly weapon. Now that Flynn had the skill of someone at the advanced eighth level of the Eldoria realm, who in the whole of Draepolis could be a match for him? As soon as he broke through two more minor stages, he could be recommended by Desmond and join the ranks of the Divine King Sect in the Holy Grandia. And when that happened, the Tamworths would rule over all of Draepolis. "If Rosalie could see me now, I wonder if she'd—" At that moment, a sudden distortion rippled through the space behind Flynn, and a mist of crimson blood materialized.

And something sick inside me wanted her to say it. Tell me you didn’t want this. Tell me to get you out of here, and I will burn the whole fucking city down for you. But she didn’t. Instead, she smiled and said, “It’s not a bad position at all, you know? Queen of the Moreti empire. Free to do whatever I want. The most important woman in the city. That’s every woman’s dream, isn’t it? I hope you didn’t think I was any different?” And there it was.

A problem to be fixed. Somewhere along the way, I stopped being the golden girl and started being the complication nobody wanted to deal with. You know how fairy tales have princesses? Yeah, that’s not me anymore. I’m the dragon now. The fire-breathing, disaster-making beast they had to lock away in a boarding school. Because when you’re not perfect, you’re expendable. And nothing burns quite like realizing you’ve been reduced to a footnote in your own story. So here I am, stuck with this stupid mix of confusion and annoyance, trying to act like it doesn’t matter. But spoiler alert: It does. Every time I close my eyes, I hear his voice in my head—calm, serious, and just a little bit too know

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