Novel & Cerita Frieren Flamme

A huge solid sword light covered in flames appeared. This time, he added the laws of fire to the sword light in order to increase the power of the sword light. Buzz! As soon as the sword light appeared, the surrounding energy rushed to the sword light, but Philip’s move was far from over. “Frosty Flame!” An icy flame appeared in front of Philip. This time, instead of pouring the exotic fire into the sword light, he used the exotic fire to envelop the chimera manifestation. The fiery flame of the chimera manifestation disappeared and was replaced by the extremely cold Frosty Flame.

Colter had casted this magic and targeted them; he was only waiting for Dyron’s signal. He felt his rage build now as the dark energies in him thrashed, he exerted more energy into his thoughts and the flames grew larger. To the king and Colter’s amazement, they were still alive, in pain, but still alive. Their screams would be horrifying to anyone who might have heard it, but Dyron was simply laughing, basking in the pain and misery they were inflecting at his now used up servants. Colter had casted ‘Chimera Flames’ at them, it was a fire that would cause utmost pain to its victim but will not kill them immediately, hence granting them a slow and excruciating death.

The flame flared, bright and brief. Her face didn’t move.

Her body made her as transparent as a window and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. The combination of her fear and desire held a frightening level of power. Heat pooled between her thighs and her very being burned for him. Her head swam as he captured her lips again. His fingers tightened on her bottom, squeezing her as his tongue flicked over the rough of her mouth. Alaric was…God, he was something beyond words.

A lake, she saw—the Lake of Fire … it must’ve been the Flerin, she thought. She was about to walk nearer when Estevan suddenly grabbed her arm and said, “Don’t come closer! The waters of the Flerin will devour your skin, Larice … Listen to me … it’s extremely dangerous to our body … only dragons with rough skin and scales could resist it.” Larice shifted her gaze back to the falls. “But … it’s calling me …” she said. “It’s calling you to kill you … stay here and we’ll figure this out,” Estevan said. “Maybe we can use this shield to block the—hey!”

One of them snarled. “Burn the witch with her helper!” Someone started the cry and the others quickly took it up. “Burn the witch!” “Burn the helper!!” “Burn the both of them!” They yelled. Something hit her square in the chest and she looked down to see rotten tomato juice all over her shirt. Her jaw practically fell to the ground and when she raised her face, more tomatoes rained on her. “Burn them both!!” The next tomato missile came sailing threw the air and Freya growled, her anger flaring but it never hit its target. Riordan appeared between her and the missile and it splashed onto his back instead.

Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element. It did not burn flesh. It burned existence. Kaelith’s smile widened slightly. “…that looks unpleasant.” The whip struck. It moved faster than thought. It tore across Aurelian first. There was no sound of impact. But the effect, Immediate. Aurelian’s form distorted for a fraction of a second, light fracturing across his wings, his body locking in place under the force. Pain existed. But he did not react. He remained still. The whip struck again.

It was itchy. "You're allergic to dogs?" he asked and furrowed his brows. I gently rubbed my nose and shook my head. "No. Just fur, " I shortly responded. "There's a medicine box on my dresser, there might be a medicine for allergy there." He pointed at the pink dresser as I stood and approached it. My eyes studied the pictures placed on top of the dresser. I couldn't help but cringe at the sight of my brother. Hansel's picture was framed along with other men in a suit. I needed to wash my eyes with holy water after this.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

I expected him to create a scene, to tell the whole crowd about how I was just under him last night, but then he did what I did not expect at all. He smirked. A slow and cruel one. One that speaks to me that he was enjoying my fear, that he was in fact savouring it. Then lazily and somewhat deliberately, he mouthed the words, “Surprise, surprise, Mrs Moreti.”