Chaos Flames God Of War นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Other races were not bound by this rule. The Great War paved the way for the gods to rule. The gods were strong at the time. But they were small in number. They needed time to grow. This was what the Book of Order feared: that the gods would grow strong enough to trample over them without the Origin King there to shield them. The Chaotic Flames did not share in her worry. He wanted to see the gods grow. He believed that it was possible to live side by side with the gods. Contrary to his title, he wanted unity. Unfortunately for them, they both lost. They injured themselves too deeply. And till date, they were still asleep, recovering from their grievous wounds.

The chamber screams. And through it, I hear laughter. Not War’s. Not Death’s. Not Oath’s. Chaos. Her voice is silk and storm, sliding down every thread, touching every god’s throat. “Two flames once sundered are whole again.” The chamber shatters. Pillars of light bend and crack into prisms. Flames lick the void. War howls, blade raised. Death smiles, eyes bottomless. Oathkeeper clutches his wrists; his bracelets burn his flesh.

In her vicious loud cry, a ginormous blast of inky black flames gushes out in a powerful surge. Blue sparks activate and act like precursors to the unimaginable destruction forthcoming upon the land below. Amid the chaotic incessant burst of black fire, I can faintly detect other abilities in use, letting me know the Omegas are initiating their roles, and I will my Chimera to go for a nose-dive through the sizzling flames that create an enormous fog of darkness around us. I keep my perception on paramount alert, getting my ear ridden with the vile cries of agony from the falling Darklings. As we plunge in deeper, I begin to pick up loud howls of the wolf warriors and my smirk grows wider.

The Fiery Flame collided in front of the tornado, and within seconds, it was being put off. 'What?' Goddess Apollo shuddered, and her mind was in a buzz. She lost the confidence that she initially had and started to panic. She used eighty percent of her divine power to form the Fiery Flame, but it was put out by Tarrasque effortlessly. At the same time, Darryl secretly frowned in shock. 'Tarrasque is indeed powerful. It extinguished Goddess Apollo's Fiery Flame effortlessly.' "Heh!" As Goddess Apollo was shocked, Tarrasque smirked, flapped its wings, and erupted toward Goddess Apollo.

The ritual would end sooner or later. As I was going to cut for the 26th time the flames flared engulfing me and Alex. Surprisingly it didn’t burn me or Alex. I felt power surge through me. With the passing time, the flames around Alex grew milder and milder while the one around me grew stronger and stronger. Then with a burst of red light, the flames vanished and the Alexart stopped glowing too. Alex was sitting in the same position as before but his face was paler. I tried to wake him up by tapping his cheeks.“ Alex! Alex!”

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

DAYATT~ The forest smelled thickly of moistened ash and smoke. “Keres has gone crazy…” I muttered as I stood behind the line of trees, far enough that the heat wouldn’t scorch my skin, yet close enough to feel the madness rolling off him in waves. Keres didn’t look like the usual quiet dangerous Alpha he had always been, this morning, he looked like a god of ruin. Flames roared from his hands, devouring a heap of dried trees stacked like offerings, with Teneger’s dead body in it.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

His arm stayed around my waist, firm and familiar, and I could feel his body pressing into mine like it belonged there. That grin alone was enough to make my brain melt as it was the same one from last night when he made me forget who I was. The power had shifted, and now he was the one playing with fire while I stood there burning. I should’ve known better than to start anything with someone as dangerous as Nico. He wasn’t stable. He wasn’t safe. And now I’d poked the devil, and the devil was having fun. The panic was there, real and loud, but so was the heat. And he could feel it. He could feel how much I still wanted him, and he was getting high off it.