Dark Fire Soldier #1 소설 & 이야기

and they take their belongings. Lucifer, who does not fear death, takes his gun from the back and fires at them, the guy's fire back hitting Lucifer in the neck and Larry in the head. Lucifer then laughs, holding his neck, and finishes the remaining two. Laughing on the ground, Larry is dead as Lucifer turns in his direction. “At least we get to see our loved ones,” he says, closing his eyes, losing blood. As his eyes are closed, he sees dark shadows approaching him, they come closer, and Winter is standing between them with a blood-stained rope holding Joshua’s hand. Then on the other end is a light, and Rowan is standing there fit and healthy as he stands up and forget he was shot, with no

If the two of them thought that the source of this power was coming from Olympus, then they are badly mistaken. “If you want to live, I suggest you let me out of here. After that you should run.” I said to the one on my right as I gripped the bars of the cage door. “Ares would kill us.” Those were the last words that soldier would ever speak as Ryder’s giant dragon frame dropped from the sky. Opening his giant mouth he released a flame that blanketed the two soldiers. I found myself flinching away, covering my face to prevent my eyes from burning. The heat of the flame almost too much for me to bare. If the soldiers had time to cry, I didn’t hear them. All I could do was watch as their bodie

Something dangerous as he replied. “Oh, he will,” Reyes said, his voice low and absolute. Dathan glanced back toward the chaos unfolding below. The rogue omegas clashed savagely with the Nyxorian soldiers, tearing through their lines with brutal frenzy. Near the outer camp, flames had erupted—whether from torches knocked loose or a deliberate spark from the rogues, it didn’t matter now. Fire slithered through the darkness like a living thing, casting wild, long, flickering shadows that danced across the battlefield soaked in blood and screams.

I say to the darkness, my voice an iron vow, "it will be because this world made him one. And I’ll be the one who burns the world for it." "And I," Kael rasps, drawing his silver blade, "will be the one who clears the path to the pyre." "We're going in," I hiss. But as I step into the dark, my hand—the one that held his—trembles at my side, the "Shared Heat" still humming in my blood like a ghost that refuses to leave. Outside, the first necrotic purple flare of a Council battalion lights up the sky over the Moon Pack borders. The harvest is closing in.

The dense links caught the vanguard’s lead ankle with a bone-shattering crunch, throwing the soldier’s balance completely off as his heavy armor carried him forward. I didn't wait for the second strike. Ignoring the blinding, white-hot heat tearing through my thighs, I threw my weight flat against the freezing marble, sliding beneath the falling vanguard's guard. My raw, bleeding palms slammed against the cold iron of his breastplate, and for the first time since the Pale Collar had melted, I didn't look for a spark—I reached for the fire that had built the Great Divide. The hybrid ember in my blood didn't flash; it exploded out of my skin in a concentrated, directional hiss of pale violet h

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

The cold wind around them shifted as the tear bent under the pressure. Azeriel shouted, “It is collapsing. Pull back from the immediate edge. Do not get caught in the draw.” Soldiers stepped back with disciplined timing. Rowan stayed exactly where she was. The northern commander rushed forward with a final burst of corrupted flame. “You will lose control. You do not understand the depth of what you hold.” Rowan met his attack head on. Her fire rose in a wide arc, clean and warm, swallowing his corrupted flame until nothing remained. The shock pushed him backward, knocking him into the snow.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Nikolas POV Four days later, Piotr finally told me they would be heading for me in two days. The number of warriors that Fredrick was bringing was impressive. They did not plan to use weapons, but it seemed the odds were on their side. Still, he implored me to be brave, and there was hope. I confirmed that Miles will be leading the Snow army. It was a shame that he would die a traitor to his kind and his parents. Fighting for the man that ruined his entire existence.

The sheriff asked. Fred closed his eyes as he tried to recollect memories of the woman. He started giving descriptions of her and her dressing. "...with a stain of blood on the right side of the shirt." He concluded before slowly opening his eyes. "What?!" They all exclaimed. "Blood?" The Sheriff asked, confused. "Yeah, I think, I mean that is exactly what I saw, I am so sure." Fred said.