Ignis Comic Novels & Stories

Link The bodies came at dawn. Three of them. Thrown at our borders like trash bags of meat. Two rogues and one of ours—Beta Dane, the youngest patrol scout. Nineteen. Eager. Loyal. His throat had been torn open, but not with claws. Teeth. Human. Deliberate. The rogues had their mouths sewn shut with silver wire. On their chests, the same message carved into flesh as we’d found on the fox. “The flame will fall.”

The warriors less experienced are knocked out from the pain, their bodies lying limp on the ground as half of us manage to fight to stay awake. The moment we turn, I feel Cassandra lower her guard, taking a moment to recharge. Mira and Tristan must feel it too, as Mira stands up tall, "IGNIS" Mira screams, raising her hands. We all duck, the flames shooting from her hands spreading as she aims it at Cassandra and Selena. Cassandra manages to duck, her hands rising as she screams "CUSTODIRE" the flames going around her, not before burning Serena's arm badly.

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

She explained, “The Red Flame Realm’s owner is the Compassionate Path Master, an Acmean that only exists in legends. They say that he used the original flames of the Red Flame Realm to cultivate the Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformation. However, sensing that the flame’s strength is insufficient, he began gathering Ignis.” “Ignis is very rare. When a powerful universe is destroyed, only a tiny thread of Ignis will be born. To collect more Ignis, the Compassionate Path Master attacked and annihilated many universes.” “Is that so?” James froze. He never realized this was how the Ignis he absorbed came to be. After all, there were no records in the Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformation. “Mhm.”

Ignis’ punches and kicks contained fire, and every attack caused people to tremble in fear! Boom! Ignis kicked Claus’ stomach and sent him flying before he crashed heavily to the floor. A flaming spear appeared in Ignis’ hand, and he stabbed Claus’ shoulder. He said coldly, “Claus, tell me where they are!” Claus was injured all over, even his mouth was bleeding. He endured the burning pain in his shoulders and said, “Hehe, they left long ago.” Hearing this, Ignis’ expression changed. He pulled out the flame spear from Claus’ shoulder and stabbed him between his eyebrows. He said, “I’ll send you on your way, then!”

Everything was going well not until the blackout. Leison Chadrond represented Aegis. Along with others who were sent by their companies, they marched towards headquarters to heed Sir Vance’s call that he was inviting agents to watch them question the captured conjurer. The headquarters for Operation Ignis was temporarily set at a classified location somewhere in the middle of the four directions. It took a few hours by train and he arrived by nighttime. When he had thought he reached the place, a mountain trek presented itself before him. Leison noticed some familiar faces. He saw Zed, the leader of Abisnthe, reading a book while walking. He also saw Beiaris, leader of Apollo, the medic comp

She didn’t think he would hear that whisper. There was mockery in his tone. Like he already knew who she was. Like he knew everything. Lisa instinctively stepped slightly behind Louis’s arm. Trying to hide herself. Louis and Egon looked at each other. It wasn’t a normal look. It was silent conversation. Power. Threat. History. “Soon.” Louis said calmly. Egon smiled faintly and walked away, glancing at Lisa one last time before disappearing into the crowd. Lisa’s chest felt tight. “I need to use the washroom. Excuse me,”

a voice boomed, sounding like the roar of a thousand forges. The speaker was Ignis: the High Ward of Pyrrhos. He stood seven feet tall: his golden skin pulsing with an aggressive, rhythmic heat that pushed back even Killian’s Alpha aura. He held a spear made of liquid sun, and his gaze was one of profound clinical judgment. "We are the menders of the fracture: Ignis," I said, stepping forward, my gold ringed eyes locking onto his white ones. I projected the full warmth of my Tempered Heart: showing him that the fire he guarded was already living within my own marrow.

Turning my face to the side, still in her hug to get a better view of the scene I let Luna’s maternal love comfort me as she massaged the back of my head lightly with her fingers. “S-Stop,” Mr. Ignis shouted when he noticed Cain’s predatory steps moving towards him. He had stood up from where he was seated on the Sofa and was unable to move back to escape him. Mrs. Ignis coming to her mate’s aid ran to his side and almost in a begging tone she said, “P-Please stop! D-Don’t hurt him.” Listening to none of them Cain reached out his hand and grabbing onto the collar of Mr. Ignis’s shirt he raised him up in the air by a single hand, causing him to choke and cough as the buttoned shirt tightened