Flametail Warriors Novels & Stories

He convulsed, writhing, twisting, dropping, flailing in the snow, trying desperately to put himself out. He didn’t get the chance. Before the flames swallowed him whole, Gigi was already looking at the next one. WHOOSH. Flames engulfed another warrior. Their bodies collapsed into the snow, screaming, flailing, twisting in agony, their fur burning away in seconds. The fire fed on them hungrily, climbing higher, stronger, faster. Soon warriors were running away, getting out of her destructive path, realizing they were fighting a losing battle. They disappeared into the forest with their tails between their legs.

is part of the broader Japanese term tokkotai, which refers to all volunteer suicide bombers (not just pilots). The reconnaissance group lost among them there were at most twenty-five dark ones, while there were at least fifty with dull eyes, and more came up from the forest. Furies, led by Lasters, cut off limbs left and right, like a fan of blades, smashing their opponents, nearby werewolves tore out the throats of bleary-eyed vampires and once their comrades. Veilon from behind, at a safe distance, aimed at the victim, directing explosive bullets precisely between the eyes. The number of fighters in the detachment began to decrease sharply, the dull-eyed ones took in numbers.

“Every heartbeat, every breath, every step. No shadow, no enemy, no curse will touch them while I draw breath.” The assembled warriors lifted their heads, some with tears glistening in their eyes, others with pride etched into their faces. The Crescent Flame was more than a symbol; it was their future, a vision of unity after centuries of bloodshed and betrayal. I could see the relief in their eyes, the trust slowly rebuilding, tempered by the scars of war.

The Boulder Dragon Bombs forged out of Wilbur's spiritual energy continued to shoot at the insects. Yet even after their limbs were torn apart and lying on the ground, they continued crawling toward Wilbur as if trying to attack him, and they were getting closer and closer. Just then, Kolton let out a terrifying laugh. "These are the children of the Great Will, the endlessly powerful Mantis Warriors! Any and all living creatures shall be defeated by them, just you wait." Spiritual energy surged out of Wilbur's body as he eyed the creatures coldly. The Mantis Warriors were emotionless bodies of flesh. All they had was their immense spiritual energy, which made them the perfect killing machine

Beside her, Ragnar let lightning roar, arcs of white-blue cracking across the dark, slamming into attackers, dropping them with smoking fur and yelps of pain. Thorne’s warriors, hardened from years of rogue survival, fought with brutal efficiency. They moved with Shadowstorm’s warriors, back-to-back, blades and claws, no longer rogues—pack. Kael slipped through the chaos like smoke, daggers flickering in the dark, ending threats before they reached the barricades. Luca moved with calm control, issuing sharp orders, rallying warriors who staggered, forming lines again where they faltered, his blade cutting down any who slipped through.

End Cassius's POV I had to remove myself from the room after I said that to Asher. He is the worst of the dragons that live in the palace, so I wasn't lying. Conner’s dragon, Caleb, is the only one of the three who has attempted to show me any type of civility. He still left me alone in the forest once, but he did look conflicted about following Asher’s orders. They all have a lot to learn about humans; Asher the most. Yes, compared to any immortal, humans are weak but we are resourceful, and will fight back if we are pushed too far. I think I have been pushed too far.

Several warriors shifted into their wolf forms, their bodies enlarging as fur burst across their skin. The replicas followed immediately, transforming into identical wolves as well. The battlefield became even more savage afterward. One Sacred Flame Pack warrior suddenly recited an ancient incantation while raising his hand high. Blue flames erupted violently around him before shooting forward like a tidal wave. The replica opposite him barely had time to react before the flames engulfed its body completely. The figure screamed briefly before burning into ashes. The warrior breathed heavily afterward but quickly rushed to assist the others nearby. Elsewhere, an Aqua Marine Pack warrior slamm

They were combat support devices sent by the Colons, lacking energy shielding but coming in great numbers. Quickly assessing, Adrian noted the combined strength of the families. The Valdezes’ thousand Flaming Dragon armored warriors were the main force, while the Colons' armored units posed a significant threat due to their powerful weapons. Dealing with them upon arrival would be crucial. The Arroyos' hundred suicide warriors presented another challenge for Adrian. Drawing from his experience on the Northern Frontier battlefield, he knew their special alloy swords were incredibly sharp, capable of slicing tanks in half effortlessly with a single strike.

she shouted through her lungs along with the sound of heavy footsteps and burning fleshes. Nanami step further as she dodge from one of the evil warriors’ flaming sword. She look around and wonder why their adversary seemed not to see her, she was ignored by everybody as she walk across them. Maru’s white warriors were fighting along with them and was mixed by Merfoy’s, making it hard to identify which one should be killed.