All Frenzied Flame Incantations の小説・ストーリー

Upon the altar, a brazier blazed with flickering flames that danced and cast sinister shadows across the chamber's walls. Zephyr stood before the brazier, an enigmatic silhouette against the fiery glow. Clad in dark robes adorned with arcane symbols, he chanted in a hushed tone, invoking words spoken in an ancient language. His hands, steady yet filled with an otherworldly energy, traced intricate patterns in the air as he summoned the essence of ancient powers.

It instantly burned the Miracle Grass to ashes. Frederick then created a different pill flame. Lennon was flabbergasted. "Is this Inferno Flame?" "Is this Phantom Flame?" "Is this—" Frederick began to use countless types of pill flames that alchemists could only dream of. Lennon was mesmerized by it all. The different pill flames intertwined in the air, and finally burst apart. A pill gradually emerged from the flames. Frederick reached out and grabbed it. He then handed it to Lennon.

Enola had to take her time in the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom door slammed open, stepping out was the shimmering of the reflective effect of light given to the sun by the moon. As Bruno turned towards the bathroom door, his eyes were in awe. What he saw went through the whole part of his body, just like the relative effect of an electric shock. His body could not behold what his eyes saw and in quick reaction to that, the whole body became strong and hard. The Delilah aware of her doings knew that she had captured everything about Bruno. She came close enough, looked to his eyes and whispered,

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

“We’re just getting started.” Then he whispered something foreign, words laced with ancient magic: "Ignara vel’kuth, sevarin dae. Fira’kell mor’tae—nel aquor obey." Fire burst across her face. Cassandra screamed as flames engulfed her skin, searing flesh in seconds. The smell of burning filled the air, thick and suffocating. Her body bucked against the bed as she tried to extinguish the fire, rubbing her face against the sheets in a desperate, useless attempt.

Black flame flares purple for half a breath, then collapses back into void. The cavern hums louder. “Repeat after me,” she says, her voice low and sharp. “By blood and by ash, I sever all ties but this one.” I swallow. Say it. Feel the words crawl down my throat like glass. She cuts deeper. Pain blooms like lightning up my arm. “By shadow and by flame, I bind my soul to vengeance.” The others begin chanting now—low, guttural tones that don’t sound human. The walls pulse with their voices.

Images surged. Skyrana screaming. The First Flame was crumbling. Chains wrapped around her. "The curse lives in blood, girl." "And I'll drain it all out of you." Freya screamed, falling to her knees, and then something snapped. A memory, not hers, blazed like fire... Skyrana, standing before a sparkling well, whispering: “Let them come. I will burn for every soul they silence. Especially the broken. Especially the bound.” Freya’s eyes flew open; they were lit gold.

My magic surged, the shadows licking up my arms. “Property?” I growled. Nocturne's voice rumbled low beside me, “Over my fucking dead body.” I let the silence stretch, let it choke them. Then I whispered, “Agreed.” With a flick of my wrist, the torches dimmed and the room filled with smoke. They didn’t even have time to scream before I incinerated all five of them to ash. Nocturne waved his hand, and the remaining soot vanished, swept into a magical vacuum of flame and wind. We stood in silence for a moment, breathing in the char of justice.

The intensity in his eyes makes my heart race. I never imagined anyone would love me the way he does. I replay today’s moment in my mind over and over. The panic in his eyes as he kicked down that burning beam to reach me without thinking about his life. The way he held me close, even with fire surrounding us. And the pain he tried so hard to hide when he shielded me from the flames. He didn’t care about his safety—only mine. It’s like he took every fear, every doubt I had, and burned them away with the flames.

Before Kaelen could even draw breath, a massive, rugged blur slammed into him. Devon’s gray-green eyes flashed a feral, monstrous silver. He had the Gamma pinned against the stone wall, his broad, scarred hands wrapping around Kaelen's throat. The sound of Kaelen's windpipe straining echoed through the room. "Are you suggesting they slaughter my sister to protect their precious throne?" Devon snarled, his wolf, Fenrir, roaring just beneath his skin. The raw aura he usually suppressed leaked out, heavy enough to make the Gamma's knees buckle.