White Fire Book Novels & Stories

when she nodded he continued, “This book confirms it.” “That, never having a mate sounds like a bad thing instead of good,” she said with a displeased scowl. “It’s not. The purpose of a fire wolf is more than finding a mate. The goddess, knowing this, made them unmarkable at least to an extent.” he closed the book and opened the other one, having a brown hardcover back.

From the day i was born my mother always told me i was a fireball, but she never knew at the age of fifteen that i would become not only the first of our kind to attain the power of fire but the only of our kind that didn't shift into a lycan but instead some type of hybrid of a hellhound and a werewolf but also coming with the ability to manipulate fire. some called it a gift but to me it was a burden no matter where i went my entire life I've been one big ball that people just can't seem to understand, It also didn't help that i could care less to help them understand either.

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

"There are stories. Most of them sound impossible. Entire settlements erased. Entire bloodlines gone. Villages burned by white fire." Several elders exchanged uneasy glances. "What is white fire?" Sienna asked. The elder turned toward her. "No one knows. That's what made it terrifying. Wolves survive ordinary fire. We heal. We regenerate. But white fire consumed everything." His voice lowered. "My grandfather said survivors described it as moonlight burning. Wolves turned to ash before they could shift. Entire territories vanished overnight. No bodies remained." The silence that followed was absolute. Then Everett finally spoke. "I've never heard any of this."

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

Tonight, it grated, like sand dragged across a wound that should have healed clean. The white flash he saw in Adelaide’s flame replayed in his mind, brief, sharp, and completely unwelcome. It wasn’t bright like fire usually was, not hungry or wild. It was absolute—a moment of heat so pure it stripped everything else away. White fire wasn’t something Hell produced by accident. It was verdict-fire. Altar-fire. The kind of blaze that made even demons hesitate to breathe. Apollo’s fingers flexed against the arm of the throne.

The smoke filled her lungs. “Elaina!” a voice called in her mind—not through the flames, but inside her head. She stumbled backward, coughing. Her eyes burned. I’m going to die, she thought. Here. Like this. Then— A low growl echoed through the blaze. From the corner of the room, a brilliant white wolf emerged through the fire, its golden eyes glowing with fury and panic. The flames didn’t touch him. They moved around him, as if repelled by his presence.

Her first two books, Thunder Struck and Killer Wave—she picked them up off the table and held them high — they hit the bestseller lists in Australia, and now their new release, Wild Fire, did the same, in addition to making The New York Times list. She held up the new book. “He's going to read an excerpt from Wild Fire today, and I'm telling you it's one of those impossible books. to stop reading. And he will also tell us a little about his creation process and respond to questions. Then, of course, he'll sign the books I know they'll want to buy. So it is because you didn't come here to hear me speak, I'll turn the floor over to Damien Black. She took a step to the side.

My new assistant knocked and came in, carefully setting down a cup of hot tea. "Chief Ellis, the new head of the city agency's Construction Division sent over this work report for your review." The new division chief was famous for being clean and incorruptible. I opened the report, looked at the clean data and the honest research inside, and a genuine smile touched my lips. There are certainly shadows inside the government system. But as long as there's light, shadows have nowhere to hide. After work, I didn't take a cab. I walked slowly along the canal.

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.