Flame Longsword Novels & Stories

The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to be told to their children and grandchildren. Two hundred years later... in the middle of the village which was completely covered by snow, a young man ran in a hurry while carrying a plastic bag in his right hand. His name was Chyou Chen, that man had a title that was very famous in every continent. he was dubbed as the lightning foot. His speed when running, was able to rival a swordsman at the Bone Forging level. That morning, he was chased by dozens of warriors, while walking leisurely in the middle of the city.

Her words were gritted between clenched teeth, the veins in her neck protruding as disdain flowed through her veins. I didn’t dare say another word. There was the same evil darkness in her that I saw in Damon. Nico was dark too, but his was different. It’s like he tried to fight his where this woman and Damon embraced it, fed it lived it. She lifted her arm again, but this time a glint of silver flashed under the light. I gasped when I felt the blade against the skin of my neck, and all I could do was close my eyes and hold my breath, anticipating the slicing of flesh.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

It took in a deep breath for another belch of flame. I extended my hand out. "Sword!" Nothing happened. The dragon's maw opened wide, ready to spit flame. "I am Nami! Sword!" The Aurora Sword flew from the trees. It landed in my hand just as the black flames extended from the dragon's mouth. The Aurora Sword lengthened and split the flame in two. The sword, my armor, and my wings all emanated white and rainbow light as I held fast against the black flame.

“These tendrils… I’m sure they’re poisonous. If they land a hit, I’ll be weakened—if not outright killed. My flames are the right choice, but the ones I conjure by hand aren’t controlled enough. They leave me open. And using them too much will drain my internal energy fast.” He took a deep breath. With his free hand, he extended two fingers and summoned a small ember. The flame flickered to life, bright and fierce. He dragged it along the edge of his sword, igniting the entire blade. It glowed orange and gold, flames licking the metal hungrily. FSSHHH Danial swung the sword. Fiery arcs split the air. His eyes locked onto Zyler, and he charged. Zyler’s eyes narrowed. With a wave of both hands

Rei used the momentum of his kick to do a backflip and free himself from his grasp. Minos rushed in as the foreigner was landing behind, and used the short window of opportunity to land a thrust with his longsword. But Nymgos seemed to have anticipated what he's going to do as he has already raised up his armored bracer to aid in his guard. Minos's blade bounced off Nymgos's arm and the young noble shifted his weight to swing his shield arm up, in an attempt to hit the big drow's head.

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.

We stop in front of her, our eyes cautiously trained on her agitated form. Apolliana smiles as she stretches her shoulders and produces large white wings and a sword covered in white fire. The sword is unlike any I’ve ever seen. Most sacred swords are metallic with red or blue fire. Apolliana’s look like it's made of glass with white fire. My brothers also take out their flaming swords; Michael and Rafael’s swords are surrounded by blue fire, and mine is also rare with a black blade and handle and black fire. However, none of us are ready to attack. The thought of hurting Apolliana’s makes us all ill.

Nicole's face went white as a sheet, tears streaming down uncontrollably, splashing onto the ground. However, not a single soul showed any sympathy. Rage boiled over in me when I saw my daughter's tears. I wrenched myself free from the grip of several towering bodyguards, snatched up a crystal cup from the table, and flung it at Simon. The cup caught Simon off-guard, its jagged edge slicing a gash across his forehead. "Bullying a child, how low can you go?!" Breathless, with a fiery gaze, I stood there, staring down Simon.