Flame Longsword の小説・ストーリー

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

In a split second, many blazing shots were fired to the 30 over Rank 5 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen. Those 30 over Rank 5 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen could not withstand such a top-notch attack. At the very last second of their life, their orbs were widely opened, brewing with fiery swords. The fiery sword had engulfed the 30 over Rank 5 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen!

Red scales lined up the spine of back and her nails grew longer and curved. Her black flowing hair was also streaked with red fire. She looked terrifying and beautiful at the same time. She walked into the midst of the fighting werewolves and stopped to look around. “Impossible,” Emma heard a bald-headed man with a sword mutter in horror. He was heavily scarred across the face and covered in blood. “You should be dead.” Long raised her fiery right hand and shot flames at the man who tried to block it with his sword but it was a useless move. The Dragon flame ate him up and he unleashed cries of agony until he was burnt down to his bones. It happened so fast.

Chamuel suddenly asked. “Impossible. The Sword was broken into three pieces and scattered throughout the Earth. It’s definitely not the Flaming Sword.” Azrael replied, making Chamuel breathe a sigh of relief. The Flaming Sword was the equivalent of the ultimate weapon. It could cut through the fabric of reality itself and slice through anything. The Flaming Sword was so powerful that it had to be broken and scattered throughout the reaches of Earth, never to be brought back together. Even the scabbard was separated from the Sword. If the Sword were repaired, it would still not be whole without its scabbard.

"Third one. We need to hurry," Kingsley said as he roamed the dim-lit streets with Lyn. Blue eddies coiled around Lyn's spearpoint blade, linking it with the fiery essence of his Timeless Flare. Frost crept over his skin, his blood slowing to an icy pulse—yet he felt no pain. His gaze flashed blue, echoing the power from Lyn's sword as a wave of heat surged through him, seamlessly merging with her icy energy, Forged by the same swordsmith, these swords opposed one another if one existed for a different purpose. Stained with thick marks of blood and tears, Deathless Ice and Timeless Flare bore an indomitable will to serve their owners faithfully until death did part them.

This is off to a great start. “Well, this is slightly embarrassing” Levi responds with a nervous laugh. I run my hand down the front of my face. Waves of anger, frustration and embarrassment run through me. I don’t normally have to try too hard if I was ever interested in a she-wolf. As soon as they feel the Alpha Aura they are practically throwing their panties at you and begging to be your Luna. So, to say I have little to no game wouldn’t be an understatement except now I’ve just rocked up to somewhere I thought I was invited but wasn’t, smashed a guy’s face into a wall like a Neanderthal and I’m not even the one she is interested in. This is just fucking peachy.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

She said those words repeatedly to both me and my brother before she died in the fire. “I wonder what he’s here to see you about,” June said curiously as she knocked me out of my thoughts. “I’m not sure but June I never agreed to see him besides Captain Severide and I were in the middle of something before you came and whisked me away….” She interrupted. “Girl please, from the looks of it you guys were playing nothing but a hand game or some sort, you guys seemed like you were about to try to arm wrestle in mid-air and besides it shouldn’t take that long so just go out there and talk to him,” she said before pushing me as she let out her country accent. “June No, I” I started to say but befo

"But that doesn't get us out of this room." "Let me finish." Freya wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "You are the vessel for the Dragon Flame, and the Flame is an ancient source of power. I can use a conduit—you—as long as you don’t fight me. If you let me in, I won't die and I can steal power directly from the Flame. I can cast a spell to keep us extra safe. But the Flame is ancient; it has to be kept busy. The stone my mother is using was created from the Flame itself. Both things have to be done simultaneously. While Sasha’s mother is being marked by the Flame..."