Amaterasu Fire Force Novels & Stories

Not now. The white-haired Deus jumped the girl from behind, though she was ready, and so was her ability. She lashed out with everything that she could, his hands sending electric shocks through her form, though it only seemed to make her stronger, her fire burning with a new ferocity. He fell to the ground, his entire frame alight, his screams of anguish filling the clearing. and yet, Astria did not leave it there, she bombarded him with all she could at once, the fire seeping from every part of her body; turning him into ash within seconds.

"This one is lovely. Very feminine. Very soft. Perfect for after, when you're both relaxed and—" "I'd rather be stabbing something right now," I said under my breath. Mama heard me anyway. "Catarina Rose." "What? It's true. I would literally rather be in a knife fight than standing here discussing optimal positions for baby-making with my mother." The sales associate finally lost her composure and had to turn away, her hand pressed to her mouth. Mama just shook her head, but I saw the hint of a smile. "You're impossible." "I learned from the best."

He heard some snickers but felt them land next to him as Ash stared at the village, a psychotic happiness filling him "Well, this would be fun" "No" Axel said "No burning them" "Icicles then?" "No" He said "There are going to be Villagers in that Pack I bet. We don't want them seeing the sky raining icicles or people suddenly combusting" "Hand to hand combat then?" Ash's eyes were even brighter then. "I am afraid so little one" "It would be a terrible thing to soil my dress" Asteri said with a sigh "But for our sister in law" He smiled "Good"

And their strength rose one level compared to before. Asmodeus' red dragon flames wrapped around a tiger belonging to a low-caste youth power. Just now the flames formed and were about to attack Asmodeus, but the Demon Lord immediately ambushed him. The fire dragon continued to coil around the tiger's body without giving it a chance to run. The five youths continued to exert their strength, even when they were almost at the end of their power. However, it could be seen on their faces that were bleeding from the rift that their passion was burning to defeat Asmodeus.

The sound settles over the room like iron bars dropping into place. At the far end, a large screen flickers to life. Our Commando Eagle Team is preparing to strike the Tiger tribal rebels’ camp. The footage is grainy and green, the world reduced to shadows and heat. Static hisses through the speakers. Then gunfire bursts across the screen, sharp and violent, filling the sealed room with its ugly echo. Someone farther down the table sucks in a breath. Another man mutters a curse. I glance at my watch. Ten minutes to go.

Unless someone was manipulating them from behind the scenes, Tian Sen had no choice but to use his fire powers in such darkness. “Fire burns the forest!” Using the fire element, Tian Sen set the surrounding grass ablaze, causing all the monsters that had been advancing to attack the train to retreat. “Young man, so you’re a cultivator. That’s great!” said the captain of the guards, pleased with what Tian Sen had done.

It’s the night of the full moon. The Moonlight Pack Temple has never been this crowded. Every single pack member is here, waiting for their Alpha, Domine Ashford, and the future Luna, Ella Whitmore, to complete their Mating Ceremony. Silvermoon flowers cover the altar. Hundreds of them. It’s pathetic. These flowers were supposed to save my father’s life, but now they’re being used as mere decorations for Domine and Ella’s wedding. I stand on the hillside outside the temple, watching the building glow with light from a distance. I’m clutching the small remote in my hand. The wind is freezing, whipping my hair across my face, but my heart is colder.

The droplets fell like liquid diamonds, extinguishing the ethereal flames and leaving behind a sense of palpable tension in the air. Exhausted and drained, Asmo emerged from the shower, his usually composed demeanor replaced by an air of vulnerability. Collapsing onto the bed, he lay there in silence, the weight of his actions and the consequences of his divine lineage weighing heavily upon him. The fire that had consumed him was not merely a physical manifestation but a stark reminder of the divine protection that enveloped Maria, a protection granted by a force far greater than any he had encountered before.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.