Majestic Destroyer Flame Novels & Stories

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

“I’m not her. Not your weapon, not your redemption.” He cupped my face, calluses scraping skin. “You’re the fire. I’m just the match.” *** Chaos has a rhythm. The Haemirs fell for the bait like starved dogs, their boots thundering into the tunnels. Julia played her part—a damsel’s scream, a flutter of lashes. “Now!” Esther’s voice crackled through the radio. Ace slammed the detonator. The earth roared. *** We watched the island burn from the stolen Haemir boat. Valerie slumped against the railing. “Remind me to never doubt your pyromaniac tendencies.”

That was worse than a bullet. I knew damn well that I would hurt her again if she stayed too close, even her scent is enough. It coils around me like a drug I never quit. Just one whiff and suddenly I’m twenty steps back in my own goddamn self-destruction. Because that's who I am. A destroyer. Always have been. Always will be. People come to me thinking they’ll survive, thinking they’re special. They’re not. They burn. She did, too. And she…

Behind him, the Outcast Legion—wolves who could shift mid-air into specialized combat forms—poured over the cliffs like a waterfall of fur and steel. Jace disappeared into a shadow, reappearing on the deck of the flagship. Within seconds, the black smoke from the ship's funnel turned a sickly, glowing green. The "Blighted" steam began to eat through the iron pipes, turning the dreadnought into a self-destructing cage. From my high vantage point, I watched the "impenetrable" fleet crumble. It wasn't a battle; it was an execution. But then, I felt it. A cold, sharp needle of pain in the back of my neck.

I barked, yanking the release lever. The Moon-steel bolt shot through the night like some falling star, and it hit the iron hull of a vanguard dreadnought sitting in the shallows. The Sun-Fire charge went off on impact, and a blinding, tightly focused wave of ultraviolet magic tore through the lower decks. The iron hull cracked, and the dreadnought started to violently tip, dragging hundreds of Lycan reinforcements down into the freezing dark. "Direct hit, Queen Maya!" the guard shouted, already grabbing another bolt like cheering could reload the thing faster.

Liam frowned, suppressing his uncomfortable feelings. Sylvia was very angry when she was hit, but after listening to Liam's words, she felt extremely sorry for her stupidity, she could see that the commemorative statue had been completely destroyed by her. “I can try to fix it. Anyway, it was my fault.” Liam looks at Sylvia with disgust, this is a limited edition of a hugely popular, limited edition handmade brand. Even if I went to buy another one, I wouldn't have it, this is still a memory of him and Ariel.

A red dragon with chimera armor was covered with scorching red flames! Such a domineering and swift strike had the power to destroy the world!

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

Her warm, steady gaze never faltered, and I could feel the reassurance radiating from her. “You must embrace your destiny, not fear it,” she urged, taking a step closer to us. “The Sacred Flame is not just a weapon that can be used for power; it is also a symbol of hope and unity. With it in your hands, you will bring down Asmodeus and strike down those who wish to unleash hell on earth. This war will end, once and for all.” I took a deep breath, feeling the sinister aura and ominous weight of the prophecy lifting from my shoulders.