Majestic Destroyer Flame Novels & Stories

​The Purification Flare did not look like fire. It was a searing, clinical white that erased the stars behind it, a concentrated beam of absolute order. As the leviathan’s charred remains sloughed off our hull, the Ninth Peak felt naked, a raw hunk of obsidian and iron exposed to the Architect’s final judgment.

The huge destroyer began to turn, churning the water, aiming to crush the drone against the pier. "Suicide," I said. "Typical." I pulled back on the stick. The Chimera shot straight up, vertical, rocketing into the sky. The flagship plowed forward, its bow crashing into the empty dock, sending splinters and debris flying into the air. I circled high above. I watched the ship flounder. "Chimera, calculate firing solution for the rudder," I said. "Non-lethal. Disable the steering." “Solution calculated.” "Do it."

Since he was facing the Zago race, Chase visualized the Flame Dominance Star Lord for his Acala technique, which was better suited for group attacks. Behind him, a massive fire being phantom stood proudly between heaven and earth. With a wave of its hand, several streams of flowing fire shot out, including divine-grade superior Divine Order's Flame, holy fire, and divine fire. Wherever the flowing fire reached, the Zago race's flying insects and insect army caught fire and scattered in all directions. Only a few stronger ones could survive in these fierce flames.

~Stargem: Rewrite~ Sephtis' fleet arrived at the Crimson Gate and joined the Blood Fleet. Right behind the legions of ships is the Excelente Class World Destroyer Ship. This ship is powered by four dark magic crystals and is 40,000 km in length (front to back), and has a height of 15-20,000 km. This monstrous ship has a large lazer barrel in front and as the name says, it can destroy worlds. This is only one of the 4 Excelente Class that serve as a flagship of the Forgotten Navy. The ship where Sephtis is, docks inside it and a man can be seen looking down from the hangar observatory deck wearing black robe with a golden sash.

I slid off the Sovereign, the soles of my boots hissing against the superheated glass of the Citadel’s roof. Above us, the night sky was painted a toxic, beautiful orange by the burning wreckage of the Aegis Destroyer. Ash drifted down like snow, settling on our leather vests and the chrome of our bikes. But below us was where the real show was happening.

“Excellent.” He turned toward the shadows. “The Flame now carries darkness within her. When the time comes, it will either destroy her… or make her unstoppable.” He raised his goblet in silent triumph. “Prepare the armies. The age of war has begun.” Thunder rumbled across the horizon. And beneath the rising moon, destiny sharpened its blade.

She clung to him, chasing him everywhere, even making up nonsense about having tan-skinned ancestry to explain the child's appearance. So, one kept running while the other kept chasing. Benedict was so stressed that he couldn't sleep properly. During a fire rescue, his exhaustion got the better of him—he lost focus and was crushed by falling debris. He survived, but his back was badly burned, and one of his legs was shattered. A stroke of bad luck, yet somehow he was still lucky to be alive. I sighed. It wasn't like I could gloat over something this serious. But who could say this wasn't karma?

I asked. Malachor turned toward me. “The original Flame has always had a consciousness.” He explained that the Flame was never simply energy, magic, or a weapon, but a living force capable of choosing its vessel. “You were its first vessel,” he said, “and Damian became its second because you could no longer contain it alone.” I looked at Damian, remembering the visions of my ancient life. “Then why does it want to destroy the world?” I asked, and Malachor's expression became serious.

he said, and with that, I had the strength to forge ahead, promising myself that only one of us would survive, and that would be me. I stood tall, my muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash the fury within me. My fur bristled, and my claws extended, gleaming in the pale moonlight. Fredrick emerged, his massive frame imposing and his amber eyes burning with an unfathomable hunger for power. He was a mad wolf. I could see it now.

The huge black warship with a black dragon flag was drifting slowly in the sky. Beams of black light kept shooting into the air from the bow of the warship. Every time the Puissant Power Cannons were filled with energy, they would mercilessly fire beams of black light at the buildings area of the Mirror Lake below. Every time they bombarded, large areas of the ground caved in, countless buildings collapsed, and smoke and flames rose into the sky. The beautiful area around the Mirror Lake turned into the Asura Hell of blood and fire.