Flames Of Chaos Series の小説・ストーリー

NADIA MY RIVAL “What the fuck is your problem? Don’t you ever have anything better to do aside from always getting on my nerves, you little piece of shit?” Nadia screamed, voice sharp enough to cut through the post-game noise on the court. Her chest heaved, her skin glowing with sweat under the lights, full breasts straining against her sports bra as she glared pure fire at me. God, she’s stunning when she’s pissed. That fire only made me want her more.

“I call thee, bound by blood and will. I name thee vessel of my hunger. Come forth in flesh I shape, in form I claim. Be mine to command, mine to ruin, mine to ride until the stars bleed. Offer every hole, every breath, every pulse. Kneel. Submit. Break for me.” The words vibrated through the attic. The black candles at the quarters flared violet, then indigo. Wind without source whipped her slip against her thighs. The circle’s lines ignited, soft silver at first, then molten gold. A rift tore open in the air above the center, jagged, like ripped silk. From it stepped… him.

Chaos blinked once. Aurora opened her book again. “…This is going to be a very long day.” Chaos looked between Aurora and Leo, suddenly very pleased. “Oh yes,” he said happily. “I like these two.” Order folded his hands calmly. “There is considerable potential here.” The King frowned. “They are children.” Chaos shrugged. “Children grow.” He pointed at Leo. “This one carries a powerful flame.” Then he gestured toward Aurora. “And that one carries a mind sharp enough to reorganize kingdoms.”

It chose whom it would bind itself to, and those it rejected, were reduced to ash. For centuries, the Flame slumbered in the core of the Dragon’s Teeth, the jagged black peaks that once crowned the sky like the fangs of gods. Beneath their stone roots lay ruins, scorched temples, skeletal halls, ghosts of a kingdom undone by arrogance and war. The Great Purge had ended everything: the dragons, the old alliances, the dream of a world where Lycan and Vampire bled side by side for peace. But the Flame had survived. And tonight, it stirred.

The first floor had collapsed and just like that, marble and chandeliers and velvet rugs had turned to rubble. My body was flung backward from the force, my lungs closing in on dust and smoke. I would have hit the ground if Alec’s arm hadn’t wrapped around me, yanking me to his chest as debris thundered down where I had been standing just moment before. Chaos erupted inside. Men shouted in a dozen accents, chairs crashed, women shrieked. Guns were drawn oj instinct, shadows moving fast against the blaze. Somewhere, Stacy screamed Damian’s name. Somewhere else, I heard Skye’s high-pitched cry of terror.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

Chronos came up and erased reality a bit secluding him and Rogue, “You thought you could hide from me? Flames of purgatory!” Flames capable of burning concepts sprouted from everywhere and they closed on Rogue, who palmed the ground releasing a transmutation circle, the circle served as a Medium that brought the universe atop of him and Chronos, but to his bewilderment, Chronos merely caught it and crushed it into a sphere which he hurled at Rogue.

"I've had enough of this pointless conversation, hearing about your whining against the gods. Why don't we settle this once and for all?" "I thought you'd never ask." Polo sniggered and launched toward him, crystallizing his arm in a complete ice-shelled form. Chaol stood still and closed his eyes. He raised his arm to the side, took a deep breath, before the flames ignited against his arms. The flames roared triumphantly and materialized itself slowly into a much more recognizable shape and form. The flames containers to rise, embuing Chaol with strength as he summoned a blazing, infernal blade on his fingers.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on