A Fate Of Wrath And Flame の小説・ストーリー

“But if Calindra awakens Velash fully—” “You will need the Forbidden Flame.” Ava swallowed hard. “Then give it to me.” “You don’t understand,” the Keeper replied. “To wield it, someone must die.” “Someone marked by the moon.” 7. The War Begins The next dawn, the Flamebound army appeared across the obsidian plains. Spire watchtowers lit emergency beacons. Ava stood on the battlements with Kael, Elya, Rowan, and Lucien. The ground trembled. And above the battlefield, Velash emerged again—fully formed now. His fire fed by Calindra’s blood.

A memory__My mother’s voice. “The flame is not a weapon. It is a bond. Between life and death. Between heart and pack. Use it not to destroy, but to choose.” I gasped. That’s why the god wanted it. That’s why Kade failed. He tried to take it but the flame… must be given Aelira ran toward me, blood on her arm. “We can’t kill it, Freya. Not with force.” “I know,” I said. “Then what?” “I have to choose.”

His screams filled the air, till his very last bone was crushed by the heat. Lena fell straight into my arms after that, sobbing. It was like all her pains had been burnt with him, like the burden had been lifted off her. “He's not going to come back right?” She asked, amidst her sobs. “No” i whispered, stroking her hair. “When wolves are burnt, they are denied the right to reincarnate” “I'm glad to hear that” she held me tightly, like everything would disappear if she let go. I hushed her quietly, feeling relieved that this nightmare if hers was finally over and she didn't have to fear death, not now atleast.

What you do with this flame will decide the fate of every kingdom under the sky. As the dragon’s form dissolved into light, fusing its essence with the runes, Serenya knew the world outside had shifted. Thalric’s armies would not wait. The rival heirs would not surrender. And Cyrion, though beaten, would not vanish quietly. The true war was only beginning. But she carried the fire now. And for the first time, she believed she could win.

“How did my mom end up with him if you were fated mates?” For the first time, Martha lifted her chin as if refusing to bow to shame. Her voice shook, but her tone was firm. “No… she didn’t steal him from me. Don’t think that. Just because we were fated mates doesn’t mean we were in love.” She paused, her fingers twisting in her gown as if gripping the past itself. “Your father… he fell in love with your mother. And I—I fell in love with someone else.” The words sank into me slowly, burning through the storm in my chest. I froze, breath shallow, Somehow, I understood instantly. Fate wasn’t as perfect as we believed, it was messy, cruel, and sometimes… it gave you what you didn’t want.

Talk about what? Dante stepped toward me, "chill mate." I growled again, my chest vibrating, "I will not chill, talk about what Dante? Your deep fucking love for each other? How amazing it is to fall so quickly? Some other rom-com shit?" Dante just shook his head, "You're acting so fucking paranoid. And so what if we were? Who are you to stop us?" "I am your fucking alpha!" I snarled, flying at him. I flicked my wrist and it became a paw, allowing me to smack Dante across the face, claws digging into his skin so that when I pulled away, my nails dripped blood.

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

His angry eyes pierced into mine, I receded in discomfort when he clasped my neck. "Where do you think you're going to princess!?." He yells making everywhere shake. "Please, let me go." I beseeched in tears. "I'll destroy you the same way I killed your father, the king." His grip on my neck became tighter, his eyes glowed red as I began to cough out black blood. I was suffocating, my vision became blur, all I could see is darkness taking over me. "Your powers are weak just like your father...." He whispers.

"I'll give you another chance, but when I see you again the chance may your end!" Flame was frightened as he kneeled down on his knees. "Thank you." Flame said remorsefully. "From now on I will cut all ties with Wendell Hunt from now on and make an honest living!" He struggled to get up, but couldn't help but ask before leaving. "There's one thing I want to be clear off, how much of your total strength did you use against me?" Jate merely glanced at him and answered calmly. "Three percent!" Flame was shocked once again, and then humbly accepting his defeat and left.

“Ahhhhhh!” My body jerked as I went to the floor, rolling on my back. A growl erupted from my throat as I rolled on all fours. I could feel my bones breaking. I was about to shift. My wolf howled, making the witches move back from me. They could see how dire this situation was. "I'm Alpha Agatha Janus. The last of my bloodline. The first female alpha of the Red Flames. You are all in my way and stopping me from getting to my mate," I growl, standing on my feet.