Dark Fire Soldier #1 Novels & Stories

He stretched out his hand also,black fireball appeared and blasted Lord Deragon with it,he quickly repelled it in another direction. Lord Deragon shifts back unconsciously,his expression changed not to fear but he is deeply in thought. "I think I know you…" "You are the last survivor of energy warriors, you are the little fraction of the embodiment of darkness."Lord Deragon said shockingly while the masked man smirked. "You are the dark warrior,the one who draws his power and energy from darkness!!" ***Zhra empire***

A Blood-Moon enforcer raised a heavy iron shield to block an incoming down-swing, but Klaus’s immense, Lycan-infused strength literally cleaved the iron shield in two, the dark blade continuing down to split the soldier's breastplate. The mercenaries began to panic, their aggressive secondary dominance fracturing as they realized they weren't fighting standard pack guards anymore. They were being hunted by a disciplined, invisible army that used the smoke as a weapon. "Regroup at the central sanctuary!" a voice shouted through the roar of the fire.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and all I want is blood every last one of them will pay And me and Tory will heal I was lost in my thoughts when my phone rang and I look down at it It’s Tory I just smiled it’s the call I’ve been waiting on I’ll finally have all their information and my revenge can begin it’s time they p

"Is that really the story?" "I'm summarizing," Marcellus said. "And skipping parts. See, this is the part I find very interesting." "The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart."

“They’re… wolves, aren’t they?” His gaze softened. “Yes. And so am I.” My lips parted slightly, but I couldn’t speak. He tilted his head, studying me like he could read thought of mine. Then two men appeared behind him. Marcus came in and smiled gently, and another man I hadn’t seen before. His hair was dark, his eyes kind. “This is Darius,” Aiden said, glancing between us. “And that’s Marcus, my Beta.” Darius gave a small, easy smile. “Welcome, Elara. I hope we’re not too frightening.”

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.

Take it! My body trembled, the fire within clawing for release. I felt it rising, wild and uncontrollable. The floor shook beneath my feet, cracks splitting the stone. Soldiers stepped back in fear, some murmuring prayers, others cursing my name. Kaïden shoved Thorne away, but he was slower now, his strength fading. Thorne noticed that weakness. He raised his remaining blade, poised to deliver the fatal blow. Something inside me snapped. I charged forward, flames bursting from my palms in a brilliant arc. The heat seared the air, striking the ground between them like an act of divine judgment. Both men froze, forced apart by the roaring flames.

His voice trembled. “No. After everything—we don’t fight humans.” “Aiden, they’re armed—” “Then we run.” “Aiden—” “RUN.” The shed door burst open as soldiers charged. Aiden reached for Dante. Their hands locked. And the moment their fingers touched— Aiden’s power surged uncontrollably. The world bent. Light exploded. And the entire shed vanished.