Flamberge Kirby Novels & Stories

BLADE FERGUSON The flames danced around, producing dazzling spectrums of light from the archaic fireplace in Camille's home. I was wrapped in a fluffy wool blanket, cuddling myself as I watched the fire with keen interest. The night was cold and the sounds of the forest night creatures created an eerie feeling.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Then, a matte-black dagger stabbed viciously toward Cyril's chest. Cyril raged and forcibly pressed his body toward the ground. At the same time, he roared, and a black light burst forth from his body. In a blur, the ambushing figure was blasted far away. Instead of joy, Cyril felt alarmed and shouted, "Garal, get out of the way!" The black-robed figure had already pounced on Garal. A pair of blue eyes flared with an eerie glow. Black flames wrapped around the dagger as it struck Garal's massive warhammer.

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

"Liquid Blaze!" He swung his sword down toward Wilbur. All at once, roaring holy flames surged out of the blade of the sword. They seemed to char the air itself as if the air was combusting from their sheer presence. Wilbur let out a cry, exploding with spiritual energy. The historical halberd turned pale as if it were intangible. He darted to the side, ducking the incoming flames before turning sharply in the air. He shot towards Michael, bringing the halberd down.

Reyes barked, rifle leveled low but steady. She raised them slowly, palms open, fingers trembling. A thin cut on her left forearm wept fresh blood; probably from flying debris during the breach. He swept the room, clear, then lowered the muzzle a fraction. “Stand up,” he ordered. Voice low, clipped, carrying through the balaclava.

"Why should I be scared? If we just kill them all, then it's over!" "Roar!!!" Fafnir's spear flashed with a dragon silhouette, his expression grim as he kept up with Caleb, his spear erupting with deadly flames. It was as if the three of them were beating up the thousands instead! "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!" Caleb growled as he leaped into the crowd of enemies, the Dharmic Cutter ablaze with black flames. "Die!!!" Shunk! With just a swing, dozens were cut in half, their bodies ablaze in black fire!

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

I gripped my hellblades more firmly, feeling its ruby-red sheen pulse in my hand. Whatever this was, I wasn’t going to be caught off guard. Then it came, her darker side flickered.