A Kingdom Of Flesh And Fire Novels & Stories

Just in front of me, a shadow slid like a whisper across the stone floor. I blinked. "Who is present?" No response. Then—a voice. There was a faint murmur directly behind me, but nobody was there. "You believe this to be a win?" It hissed. "The first act is just over." With my heart racing, I whirled around to see nothing but smoke curling at the wall's edges. Curling in the air like a fog of poison, the voice came back. "Fenris was a pawn." A kid having fun with fire. The real conflict is about to start. And your kingdom will burn, Queen.

It leaned in, face almost touching mine. “I am what’s left when a soul chooses fear over love. Power over heart. I am the death of empathy. The birth of ruin.” Its hand reached out, and I couldn’t move. My limbs froze. It touched my mark. And suddenly—I saw everything. Burning kingdoms. Fallen wolves. My face twisted in rage. Finnick’s body on the altar. Blood soaked earth, I screamed. And the vision broke. I collapsed, shaking. Cold all over. My heart thudding like a drum of war.

Her eyes burned Golden Red. Like fire trapped inside ice. Blood covered her skin. The Not all of it hers. The ground beneath her cracked as power surged outward Water rose. Wind howled. Earth split. The elements bent. Obeyed. Answered her. Her vision shifted Kingdoms burned. Flames swallowed entire cities. Villages froze in place, encased in ice so thick it silenced every scream. Forests turned to ash. The sky itself seemed to tremble. And through it all

Nothing but clothes in pieces, flesh for the taking, a body to be claimed, and a mind to have fun with. I wonder how many times he’s seen skin and ignored the fire that rages in my heart. Ignored the love I have for the simple things. Ignored the fact that I am more than just skin and flesh, that I am heart and brains and emotion. That I am not his plaything. I am a Queen, and this Kingdom is mine. I kill the King beyond the border first. The battle with him takes less than an hour. In my hand is a sword hot as flame and solid as diamond. Rafie attacks me next so I slay him too.

He incites my anger, makes me question everything I believe in, and he tempts me with the forbidden. [A Kingdom…] Through the Queen's mistakes and the King's inability to control his anger, a fallen kingdom is rising once more, determined to take back what they believe is theirs through violence and vengeance. They are called the Kingdom of Avsky. Alkhemi isn't just occupied by Vampires, Werewolves and Sin's little creations, there are other things that lurk in the background, affecting everything that happens to everyone. Like someone once told me, "There are other people in this Kingdom. It is not just the fallen angel, the Vrys, Lucian City, the human-like creatures, and then Luca. There

Aynyra fell to her knees when she heard Rhae's screams and the cracking of her bones on impact. The images changed, turning into images of orange fire flying into the sky. The vision cleared, showing the Kingdom in complete flames. There were screams that filled the night air and smoke rose, covering the moon and stars. The vision moved closer to the Kingdom, showing her old guild house, filled with charred bodies. Rhae saw all of her favourite taverns and bakeries, burnt to the ground. Then the vision showed her the palace, untouched by the fire. She saw herself, standing on a balcony, Icran cackling behind her. Behind him were the charred bodies of Aynyra, Valor and Aerys, faces still twis

He fell on the floor ,,,The two Lavianas moved closer and pointed their swords at him. Kingston’s hair turned red all of a sudden,,they moved back. He looked up and his eyes were as red as flames of fire. The whole place was beginning to become so h0t to endure,,he wasn’t himself any more. He stood up and before they could blink,,,one of them was consumed by fire. The real Leviana fell on the floor coughing,,the heat was too much to take it. Kingston ignored her and walked to where the tube was,,he took it at once and disappeared immediately.

She looked like a haunting apparition, wailing and cackling hysterically. Kisa could not help but wonder if Carolyn had already suspected Adrien's involvement in all of this but had been unwilling to accept the truth. Carolyn and her daughter were once again apprehended by the police, both of them tied to the tragic fire from years ago. If they were locked up this time, there might not be any hope of ever seeing the light of day again. As the police led them away, Carolyn and her daughter caught a glimpse of Christopher in the crowd. She laughed hysterically, the sound of her laughter sending shivers down Kisa's spine.

Too fast. My eyes closed before I could stop them. The dream came sharp and bright. I was standing over the Riccis’ kingdom, their corners burning, their men kneeling, their family shattered. I had won. Sara stood beside me, her hand in mine, her smile soft and perfect. “You did it,” she whispered. “You won.” Of course I did. I pulled her closer, but her smile twisted. Then she laughed. Not sweet. Not soft. Cruel. “You lose,” she said.

"We are only concerned with the purity of the throne, Risa. This isn't a game of trade tariffs. The Silver Fire is a living entity. It judges the soul and it judges the history of the royal blood line." She stood up, moving into my personal space. "Tell us, how does it feel? Knowing that within hours, the entire realm will watch the fire dance around you? Or perhaps... Through you? It’s said that if a woman enters the flame with a fractured bond, the fire doesn't just reject her. It seeks out the rot. It burns away the parts of her that still belong to another man." I felt a cold, sharp prickle of dread at the base of my spine. The rot and the fractured bond.