My Death Brings Flames Chinese Drama 소설 & 이야기

Keeping Branka out of our mother’s reach, I took three steps to her and yanked her with my free hand. She stumbled, reverting back to her old, empty self. Maybe I should let her burn; let her find peace in death. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I pulled her with me, flames quickly spreading and licking at our backs. Once at the window, Mother’s eyes met mine. Dead. She was already dead. I pushed her out of the window, and I fucking prayed she’d find her peace. She didn’t want this anymore.

My magic surged, the shadows licking up my arms. “Property?” I growled. Nocturne's voice rumbled low beside me, “Over my fucking dead body.” I let the silence stretch, let it choke them. Then I whispered, “Agreed.” With a flick of my wrist, the torches dimmed and the room filled with smoke. They didn’t even have time to scream before I incinerated all five of them to ash. Nocturne waved his hand, and the remaining soot vanished, swept into a magical vacuum of flame and wind. We stood in silence for a moment, breathing in the char of justice.

He sensed so many people arriving and so many who could become his heirs if they were lucky. ……. BOOOOMMM… BOOOOMMM… BOOOOMMM… Xiao Chen’s body emitted black flames that enveloped him, and Cerberus sat vigilantly near Xiao Chen as a guardian. The black flames surrounding Xiao Chen didn’t emit heat, but to the dead souls there, they could sense that the heat was enough to kill them. One day, two days, three days, even a week passed, and Xiao Chen opened his eyes after successfully mastering the first technique from the book on death qi mastery. As his eyes opened, a faint glow of black flame emanated as he looked toward the terrified dead souls. The dead soul also tried not to look at Xiao Ch

she muttered, as if unable to accept it. She turned to look at my corpse again, yet not a single tear fell. She tried desperately to find proof that it wasn't me. But the moment she saw my pale, bluish face, she couldn't help but retch. "Ms. Saddler, it seems you've confirmed this is Ms. Flora Saddler," the officer said from the side, unable to hold back. He took out a document and placed it in front of her. "If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation."

"We're the same... so I want to see your expressions as you die. Let's go to hell together, where we belong." This was it. The final move. I pulled the zippo from my pocket, flicked it open with one clean motion. I dropped it onto the soaked couch behind him, and within seconds, flames burst to life—angry, red, consuming. Eli's face was twisted in disbelief as the fire began to rise, catching fast. And I just stood there, watching it burn. No more running. No more waiting. Let it all end—right here. With both of us.

Damn, that was so close. I flew towards the man and took the gun from him before he could reload. I made my hands as hot as a volcano and then I melted the gun. The man brought out a knife and stabbed my chest and the knife broke into two as it made contact with my chest. The man backed away with terror written all over his face and then with wobbly legs he asked, "What are you?" "Death." I rushed to him and then I wrapped my hands around him, "Burn," I muttered into his ears and flames of blue fire engulfed him turning him into fine dust.

Just before the door closed, a figure stumbled through the outer containment ward. Coach Kane. His eyes were red and wet, tears streaming openly. He threw himself in front of the transport door, holding a weathered, age-yellowed scroll of records, and slammed it against the door. "Jasmine is dead." His voice cracked into something barely human, the sound of a man who had nothing left to hold back. "Both of them are dead. You killed them both."

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

He yelled, "What are you trying to do?!" Xiao Chen didn't even think twice before tossing the nine flames onto the sea of corpses below. A loud explosion shattered the air and blaze rocketed into the sky. The rolling flames dyed the sky an intense red. The storm produced by the nine raging flames instantly incinerated countless Corpse Puppets into ashes. Aside from the hundred-year-old Corpse Puppets, nothing survived.

Zane and I instinctively run towards the flames, frantically screaming her name. Although she was the one who had summoned the flames, I don’t see how anyone could survive in the vast sea of vicious flames. Zane and I are screaming, pleading and crying at the edge of the fire with no sign from Lola at all. The flames are sky high and as the screaming from within the fire starts to subside, the air begins to clear and the lightning bolts in the sky start to diminish. Dread fills the pit of my stomach, and my heart sinks. I drop to my knees, thinking this can only mean one thing. “She’s gone” I whisper to Zane incredulously, with tears streaming down my face. Zane is crying loudly, but I don’t