Flame Alchemist Roy Mustang Novels & Stories

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

As she reached the balcony overlooking the Great Courtyard, the sight made her blood turn to liquid fire. Ragnar stood alone at the base of the stairs, his Greatsword driven into the ground. Facing him were Alaric Veynor and Lord Darius, backed by fifty armored Alpha warriors. “Hand her over, King!” Alaric’s voice boomed, echoing off the castle walls. “The laws of our ancestors are clear. An Omega who wields the First Flame is an abomination. She is a curse on the bloodline. Give us the witch, or we take the crown by force.”

"Control your beast and end this violence at once. Remember where you stand. Do not let your emotions take over and destroy thousands of years of legacy." The flames intensified, and some of my soldiers poured water. The others tried to breathe in the flames. It would not suffice. Those were the flames of a powerful royal dragon. So powerful that even Rothrar himself would not mount a challenge. I was its creator. And so I was the only one who could tame or destroy it. "Brother!" My brother's voice seemed clearer. "Rothrar?" I said. "Ramon." He looked into my eyes. "Remove the flames."

Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him. "I'm s-sorry, Sir Miller. What I meant was that mage fire came from his hands! He didn't order any demons and his fire was red! His fire, which burned Poisontip in mere moments and killed him, burned red! His flames are red, Master Miller!" Scarface started sobbing violently. 'Ah, he lost it…' "Hector…" Hector, who was now behind Marcus, lowered his head. "Yes, Sir Marcus?" "Take this pathetic man out and dispose of him."

he said. He looked toward a man near the back—narrow‑shouldered, ink stains on his fingers, clothes cut in the fashion of scholars rather than soldiers. The alchemist bowed, throat bobbing. “The stores are ready, Your Majesty,” he said. “The Black Quarriers delivered the last of the reagents last month. We can produce enough charges to—” “Enough,” Rowan said. “I don’t care for your recipes. I care that when I give the word, this city becomes a fortress of flame.”

“She always fed on devotion. But it’s more than that now. She’s becoming something else. The longer this city suffers, the stronger she gets. And if they offer you to her…” Caelan stiffened. “Then we lose.” “No,” he said. “Then the world burns.” The room was silent for a moment. Then I whispered, “We end her. No more running. No more hiding. I don’t care what she is. She’s not a goddess, she’s a parasite. And I’ll rip her out of the roots.” Orion grinned despite himself. “That’s my little Flame,” he said. “All right. So we sneak into a death temple, steal secrets from a possibly insane heretic, take on a cult of blood priests, and kill an immortal monster with a god complex.”

Not normal flame, silver, alive, wrapping my hands like liquid light. It burned without heat, shimmered without smoke. It wasn’t me controlling it, it was as if it recognized the danger and acted on its own. The rogue screamed, stumbling back as the silver fire lashed out, grazing his chest. He fell, convulsing, the scent of scorched air filling the clearing. The others faltered, whispering in panic. “The Moon’s Flame…” one breathed. Raven moved fast, slashing at another’s side. Mason finished him with a brutal kick.

Then, I dropped another bombshell. "Jared, you accused me of killing Madison and Samuel, but the one who killed them is none other than Wendy!" Suddenly, a bunch of police officers rushed in and cuffed Wendy. "Ms. Bradford, you're under arrest for intentionally causing an accident that killed two people." Officer Zeller stepped forward and explained to Jared, "We have discovered the cause of the accident. Someone had placed a large boulder on the slope next to the mountain road. They even set up a mechanism to release the boulder so that it would hit the bus when it passed by and cause the vehicle to flip.

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.

And I can see a red hue crawling up from the center of the basin it sits in. I can no longer hear anyone, but I can feel all of their fear and uncertainty. I can’t allow those three to inflict so much havoc on us. I watch the red crawl through the black and purple flame and I feel the flames relax as if the red color of my anger is burning away some impurity. Then the base of the flame turns silver. This time eating through the black and purple of the flame leaving an almost invisible flame behind. I keep focusing, letting my instincts guide me. My wolf says this is a clean slate, we can build the protection the way that we want. I imagine my mates, my friends and family, the pups, all