White Fire Book Novels & Stories

A true blood whisper she reflected, and this side of her, her sisters had not seen. "It was always a thing to challenge," Rose said. "Strength. I would like to put your questions to bed." She waved her hand, and the rest of the blizzard died, including the fire, to Kathryn's surprise, dispersed. "Blood belongs to the earth. It is made of liquid, and it is spilled out with fire. It is very well preserved in the ice, and the air has a high regard for it. I possess all your qualities. But I never once daydreamed of lording it over you. All I wanted were my sisters, and your friendship. But you shut me out because of what I represent, and mostly because you didn't trust me making whispers. Howev

He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria

Amelia looked down at the book and she saw the white fire she had walked into at the temple. “That’s it, that’s the white fire which was at the temple,” she exclaimed. “Just as I thought,” Cara replied. “But there’s nothing written about it,” Amelia said. The page only had the picture of the white fire on it but nothing else that could tell them what it was about. “Don’t be too sure,” Cara said. She reached out for a bottle of black ink that was on the table and poured it all over the page of the book. “What are you…” Amelia stopped talking when she saw words starting to appear out of the ink that was on the page. “Woah!” she said in awe.

Mariah asked, “If it’s dangerous, why to keep it?” Immediately a fire started right at the heart of the book causing Anna and Mariah to gasp, leaning back as Abigail watched the fire Ena had started right in between the pages of the book till it died out. Ena put her hand down withdrawing the fire, "it has been tried, but as you can see, it can't be destroyed. This is not a regular book. This is not just dark magic," she replied and the witches were awed at the sight of the book which stood proudly the same as before.

Since I was the bookish and nerdy class belle, and Austin was the bad boy who couldn't care less about his studies, people naturally started paying more attention to our rumor since it was a topic of interest. Soon, the rumor spread like wildfire. It was totally out of our control. The other students never cared about the truth since they only listened to what they wanted to hear. Seeing that the rumor was starting to affect my daily life since literally everybody knew about it. Mom and Dad couldn't withstand the pressure anymore, so they filed a police report. They wanted the police to get to the bottom of this and clear my name.

Jeremy’s dark and cold expression changed. Clearly, he was convinced by what Joy said. “You’re really smart, Bae. I’m too impatient. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll execute the plan when you say it’s time.” Then, they started shamelessly dirty talking. I hurriedly turned off the security footage, cradled my chest, leaned over the toilet bowl, and gagged. My eyes burned with such rage that they became bloodshot. I turned on the water tap and dunked my head into the water-filled basin. The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I couldn't come up with a reason why the monster had a core. Normally, only monsters with cores or monsters with extremely high ranks appear during a wave. In any case, I ignored it. My role was to create fire while Henry prepared the armadillo by cutting it into thin slices of meat. Picking up dry twigs and scattered wood, I cleared a space in the dense forest and started a fire. The fire was unusual because it was white. "What's the deal with your white fire?" Standing perplexed, Henry tentatively reached out to touch the flames, only to discover that they strangely did not burn him in any way. The finger he was poking with remained inside the flame for 5 minutes and only became warm.

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

She had never heard of the White Lily Cold Flame, but the terrifying heat of the flame had her instinctively on alert. Shentel and Debra, who were nearby, jerked forward when they saw the flame. Next to them, Alaric's expression changed as he asked hurriedly, "My dear teachers, what did Darryl Darby summon?" "The White Lily Cold Flame." "The most powerful strange fire in the world," Debra and Shentel answered simultaneously.