Fire Ball Jutsu Novels & Stories

I could picture his technique in my head… the Flame Kindler. The flame kindled was an elemental sword technique that made your opponents hands burn with each movement of the sword. The heat was enough to burn an Omega in a minute, but for a Gamma, it would take days to fully take effect. I tilted my head back to the battlefield, and to my amazement, Kyle was holding Ryu off despite the burn. He kept single strokes, moving his body around like he was following the motion of the wind. “If it means killing you to take that imposter you call your personal maiden, then I will.” Kyle grunted as Ryu pushed him back with his sword.

And there is nothing in this world left for me to live for. I pull all of my hatred into my fire, I pull every ounce of my father’s Alpha aura that I inherited into my body and then I send a blast of fire and fury so strong that it lights up the sky around me and sends dragons tumbling through the sky. The royals on the ground and others nearby scream as they burn alive in my fire. I watch as Faeler falls from Kenzo’s back, landing on the ground near the other scorched royals. I send a blast of fire at him, watching him burn alive. I ignore Kenzo’s scream of pain. I can’t save him now.

My vision began to blur. 'Both of them are hurt!' Ria exclaimed. My blood boiled inside me, and I felt an odd sensation wash over me, mixed with my mates’ pain. A new surge of power coursed through my veins, and before I realized what was happening, Boris was screaming as he got off me. I rose, my entire body engulfed in flames—red and burning like my wolf's fur. Then, the fire slowly disappeared, lingering only in my hands. I spread my hand and pointed it at Boris, sending a fireball crashing into his chest. He screeched, falling to the ground.

The training field echoed with the sound of fists hitting flesh, bodies thudding to the ground, and breath being pushed out in sharp exhales. Morning mist clung to the treetops above, and the scent of dew-drenched earth filled Liora’s lungs with every inhale. She moved through the drills like her body had been sculpted for it—lean, quick, precise. Every strike and dodge was calculated, every motion fluid. She didn’t move like a guest in this pack. She moved like a warrior.

I lay in my bed as I slip in and out of consciousness. I try to scream for help, but my voice is barely a whisper. Pain stabs me in every one of my joints causing my body to twist into weird shapes as if I were a contortionist at a freakshow. My tendons feel as if they are a rubber band about to snap. Also, my body feels as if it is on fire, as sweat begins to bead on my forehead and drip into my eyes causing them to burn. I hear a loud crack and I scream as I am plunged into darkness.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

As the battle gods heaved a sigh of relief, the red-white fireball arrived. This fireball was not weaker than the golden spear earlier but more powerful because of the unique level 7S fire element. It was as if a powerful missile exploded in the sky above the battle god battalion. Flames instantly swept across the battle god battalion. A mushroom cloud also appeared above them. Miserable cries resounded throughout the area, and the battle gods were no better. They had endured two powerful attacks in a row. Fenrir roared, “Philip Clarke, it’s either you or me today!”

During the three mental cultivation methods, Emperor You was responsible for defense, Burning Ji was good at weapons, and the Great Void focused on the body. In other words, Emperor You was a kind of defense, which could absorb the opponent's power to form self-defense armor. This kind of method was somewhat similar to the Formless Divine Skill. It was typical for the strong to be strong and the weak to be weak. As for Burning Ji, it was an attack. It was similar to the Heavenly Fire of Samuel, but there was a great difference between it and the Heavenly Fire. If the Heavenly Fire was a missile that did not require too much control of Samuel, then Burning Ji was more like the explosive bomb

Her wounds healed instantly before she caught me and hugged my body so close to her. “I promise I’ll never let you go.” She whispered as my eyes closed. Mom. Rogue The moment I had my son in my arms I could sense everyone in the house moving to my direction in search of the powerful energy they felt. I didn’t hold back this time, having something more valuable to me than the key as I casted a fire spell in the living and casting another spell to flood the way with scorpions. I didn’t spend much time in the building, leaving quickly as I smiled when I saw the house from a distance burning aggressively as I enjoyed the view.