Ignite Me Series の小説・ストーリー

Jesse crashed straight into the door, hitting it so violently that the door flew off the hinges with a loud bang. “Jesse!” I screamed. “Get in here!” “Can I come in?” he asked, a strange question, that made me wonder if he’d hit his head a little too hard. “Yes,” I said. “Come in!” He hobbled in, bleeding profusely. Droplets of blood staining the hard wood floor. Jesse stood in the doorway, glaring at his attacker, who was still seeing red, clearly blind with rage. Jonathon’s sinister gaze swept over me and my heart began to thunder in my chest. I

Maggie glared at him, she watched his face carefully waiting to see if he gave anything away. “And who is it?” Lincoln demanded to know. “You have all the clues. You need to figure it out, Einstein.” Maggie, fed up with her brother pushed him out of the room and shut the door. Lincoln stood on the other side of the door; he tried to push his way back in, but Maggie had locked the door behind him. “What does that mean?” He shouted. He knew Maggie could hear him, but she did not open the door for him, even when he started to bang on it.

I took care of myself and let him know I would rather die than let him screw me. I told him I would slit my throat to prevent it, and that was when he stopped. I was tired of everything, and I meant it. One day I had just exited the shower and worn my underwear when some men broke down my door. I gasped and tried to scramble to get some clothes but couldn't. Gamma Ingham walked in with the Lycan men guarding the door. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out. Once we got outside, they wound a silver chain on my wrist and bound them together then one of the men used the chains to drag me out to the entrance.

I may not have much but I'd like to keep a hold on my dignity. I kick a small pebble that skitters into the darkness of the pavement as I walk down, I hear festive sounds coming from the pub at the end of this street but I ignore it. No use hoping to have something you never will. Even though I have magical blood, I'm a fire slifer. I have no clue how to harness my power so it's basically useless. I've only had one or two incidents of nearly burning a house down but other than that I feel basically human.

James focused wholeheartedly on cultivating. After examining the Ignis, James realized it was not an ordinary flame. Instead, it was one of the most magical flames in heaven and earth. Ignis would come into being the moment a major world came to its end. After a major world’s destruction, an Ignis would rise out of its ashes. However, not all major worlds could produce Ignis when they were destroyed. Ignis would only form after the collapse of a world similar to the Primordial Realm.

He said and I ignored him. "Here." He suddenly put a medium size box in front of me. I turned to him and he gestured me to open. I opened the box and saw chocolates inside of it. "So.. what do you say kiddo? Forgive me?" "If you call me a kid once again, I will.. I will.." I will what? "Will what? Cancel the engagement?" He asked and I turned to him. "I will never!" "Then what will you do?" He smirked.

Igor led the way to the clinic. "The fuck?" He muttered in astonishment when he saw the ruined door. He was led to the ward too to see the ruined cameras. The person even had the guts to set fire on something on the tiled ground, so that part is currently black, and there's a cigar stunt too. Igor picked the stunt, checking out the brand. "jaguar?" scoffed. Only Madden smokes that brand in this whole compound, and he left this stunt cos he obviously wanted them to know it's him.

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine

The image flashed again, the neat stacks of money sitting inside my purse like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. My jaw clenched again. “No,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m not doing this.” The elevator dinged open, and I stepped out, forcing myself to move like everything was fine. Training was already in session when I walked in. Smith glanced at me, but he didn’t say anything. Just gave a small nod and continued. I joined in, trying to focus. But my mind kept slipping back to him; the note, the breakfast, and the money.

When midnight approached, the Alpha of the rogues had a big fire made, and in it burned several herbs. With open arms, she begins to speak in a language that no one understands. The flames grow higher and higher and burn black and red as she, screaming louder and louder, casts the spell. With a roar that made the rogues whimper in fear, the flames break away from the fire and fly straight at the Red River Pack, covering the entire sky, and falling on the pack.