White Fire Book Novels & Stories

He planted a bomb in a pack nearby that will go off tonight. King William knows the wolves are weak at killing the innocent, so that's why they cannot defeat him. In contrast, I am King William, and I will always win because I have no scruples. During my war with the wolves, everyone and every age suffered collateral damage. As King William looks towards the small pack in the distance, he sees a huge puff of smoke in the sky. A wicked smile was on his face. He turns and walks into the castle.

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

"You can't go in there. Let the firemen do their job, Laila. Even after the fire's out, the smoke has to settle before-" "I can't wait, Caleb. I need to know. I need to find his body if he really is dead." I didn't wait for his reply before dashing into the building. The ground floor was already clear and I ran up the stairs stumbling to a halt when I saw the fire advancing towards me. 'Turn back, Allyson.' my wolf screamed. I didn't. 'Turn back now!!! We will die.' My magic sang as if it was looking at a meal. I put my left hand forward, watching the fire engulf my entire arm and I was screaming already, until I wasn't. The scream had been because it wasn't hurting.

Brixtius replies. "How do you know what I am?" "I have been all over the provinces. I have seen all manner of people, and I have excellent instincts about individuals," Brixtius pauses to consider his next words before speaking. "When I saw you, I knew you were out of place at Madame Corydon's. Her whores usually have no life left in their eyes, their spirits broken. You still have so much spirit, which means that you were newly acquired. And I don't want to see your fire extinguished. You seem familiar to me. Something that reminds me of my late wife," he finishes.

"I hear you're very proud of your Alpha bloodline. The furnace runs hot. But an Alpha should be able to take a few seconds, right?" "If you can go in there and pull the manuscript out before it's ash, it's yours." I lunged to stop her, but she had already thrown the manuscript into the flames. I didn't think. I shifted into my white wolf and threw myself into the fire. The heat hit me like a wall. It scorched through my fur. The stench of burning filled my lungs. I bit down and held on, and pulled the manuscript from the fire just before it turned to nothing.

"My name is Saefir Amal. The second son of the Merchant Prince of Echir, Tera Amal." The man lightly bowed his head. It was Sidastir who broke the silence. "How can all of Auon know white fire when the rest of the world knows nothing about it?" Saefir turned to Sidastir, who frowned. Akana had no idea what he was thinking, but he hoped Sidastir would like his compatriot. "White fire belongs to Rafabik," he said. Sidastir responded by asking who Rafabik is. Akana writhed a bit in embarrassment. He should have taught his husband about his culture, but he had not seen any reason to do it. Saefir didn't seem surprised and continued.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

86 Celene The singing birds and Zara’s presence seem so far away, the once bright day and thoughts of hope dashed with the heaviness of pecan words. She was right. Her meaning was evident between the lines of words she never said, and yet I heard it. I had brought my terrible luck to White Fire, putting its people in danger. “Are you okay?”

She already warned me, saying I was playing with fire and as much as I expected, I didn't want to believe she'd go this far. He smirked. "Believe what you want. But while you’re rotting in here, she’ll be in my bed, moaning my name." He turned to leave. "You’ll never find the White Book," I said, voice low and lethal. He paused. "And even if you did, the moment you open it, a hundred names go up in flames. Including yours." He didn't responded but just walked out. The guards left me alone, locking the door behind them.