Frieren Flamme の小説・ストーリー

A massive, thick cloud of grey soot erupted from his plate, billowing up and covering Alaric’s white tuxedo in a layer of greasy ash. "COUGH! WHAT IS THIS?!" Volkov roared, standing up and knocking over his wine. "FIRE!" someone screamed. "It’s not fire!" Alaric yelled, trying to wipe the ash off his suit, which only made it smear into a muddy grey mess. "It’s just... it’s the chef! JEAN-PIERRE!" I stepped out from behind the pillar, looking horrified. "MON DIEU! Ze lamb! She has exploded! It is ze 'Dragon Style' lamb! A French delicacy! It represents ze passion of ze merger!"

now I can’t wait to meet her anymore. “What’s she like?” I ask Axel, Damon would not tell me. Axel’s smiles back. “She is super cool. We are interested in all the same things, she loves Anime just as much as I do. She make me wings, though it is the wings you bought to watch with our anime. She basically lives in all your tops right now. What else? Oh yeah Sadie’s favourite Naruto character is Jiraiya, so she’s got to be a pervert.” He gives me a bunch of useless information. Everything he has said is important to him. Not me.

Soon, the wafting smell of pancakes made me stand from my seat and look at what he was doing – it smells like pancakes but they are thinner, as though they were made of papers. “This is called a crepe and the fruit, well, I would like to do some flambé -I hope you are not that afraid of the fire.” Caelum concluded as he tossed the fruit on the pan and bathe them with wine and honey. He worked on them on top of the knob and I gasped as the fire shot up, startling me. “Whoa!” I covered my mouth before frowning, hitting Caelum’s shoulder, “Caelum, you’ll burn the food.”

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

He knew there was no way he would survive. Then the kirin attacked. It pouted all it's Reiteki into that one holy flame attack. Warren who was lying on the ground, expected his body to turn to ashes immediately. But the moment the flame came into contact with his body, instead of a blistering heat, Warren only felt warmth. Just what was going on?

Frеya, on thе othеr hand, wovе hеr spеlls with a calculatеd prеcision, hеr magic crackling with an icy coldnеss that sеnt chills down my spinе. As thе magical flamеs collidеd, a battlе of wills еruptеd. Wavеs of hеat clashеd with blasts of frost, еach vying for dominancе. Thе air cracklеd and hissеd, caught in thе crossfirе of thеir immеnsе powеr.

The fire roared to life, blue at first, before it settled down to orange and yellow. Sprout clapped his tiny hands and cheered from where he was perched on Titan’s shoulder. The little tree dweller with his shrill voice and the hulking future Beta with his thundering baritone were an unlikely pair of friends but Cory rather liked the duo. During the fire show, Fracture and Leech had been cooking. Fracture was almost as bulky as Titan but pale whereas Titan had a deep brown skin tone. Fracture turned his pale grey eyes upon Cory. “Ready for dinner, Lady Corinna,” said Fracture.

“We don’t blur lines. We don’t pretend it’s anything it’s not. We keep it simple.” His eyes didn’t move from mine. “Simple,” he repeated, like he was testing the word. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer this time. Then, quietly, “Alright, fiamma.” The word threw me off just enough to break the rhythm I had built. I frowned before I could stop myself. “What does that mean?” “Italian,” he said, like it was obvious. “Flame.” I exhaled, shaking my head slightly. “That’s—” I stopped myself, then rolled my eyes instead. “That’s actually embarrassing.”

It didn’t vaporize; it *ignited*. Purple flame, cold and malevolent, erupted from the stove’s mouth, engulfing the skillet, Leo’s hands, and Dominic’s arm up to the elbow. It burned with an eerie, silent intensity, consuming flesh and metal alike. The smell wasn’t smoke; it was ozone and charred meat and something deeply, biologically wrong.

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”