Out Of The Flames Book の小説・ストーリー

“No. I don’t want your excuses. I don’t want your stories. I don’t want your attention. You left, Mona. You walked away. And now you have no place here. I suggest you leave before I make that decision for you.” Her eyes flash, the green catching the light from the blinds, and I can see the fire, the sharp edges of her anger, the way her mind is racing to find leverage, to find the weapon she believes she still holds. But I do not flinch. I do not hesitate. I do not give her anything to hold onto. “You don’t understand,” she says, stepping forward again, and I can feel the brush of her sleeve against my arm, the faint perfume again trying to invade my senses. “I still… I still …”

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.

The source of the flames, the torch lay fallen on its side. “Gods, what have I done?!” Mare cried, her eyes wide with panic as she shot forward to retrieve the burning torch. Perci grabbed her and at the same time, the wooden book in his hand slipped between his fingers, landing in the flames. “No!” he screamed. The book may be made from dragonwood but it was not infallible to the flames that began to lick the edges. Perci reached forward to save it, ignoring the rising fire as it consumed the dusty, dried pages of books, gaining more fuel to grow angrier.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

I closed my eyes and just absorbed the moment wanting to remember it. Suddenly the sounds of paws hitting the forest floor overwhelmed me. Then in a flash, the forest was ignited with flames. Everything glowed vibrant oranges and reds as heavy smoke smothered me from above. I threw myself to the ground, desperate for any trace of clean air. As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers, new sounds began to harmonize; screams, howls, and cries for help terrorized me.

I held that nozzle down and kept the flame there and didn’t stop until I’d coated him head to toe with flames that looked like the purest, cleanest things I’d ever seen. The man in yellow, painted in vibrant shades of red and orange, stood there and burned. No screams of rage or pain, no thrashing or wailing. He just stood there, on that stage, burning. When the flames touched that book, it exploded. No shit. It leaped into flame and exploded. For a moment its flames looked bright green, as if something foul and poisonous was burning.

Midnight’s strength combined with mine, and with one silent command, I unleashed the flames. A brilliant green fire erupted from my palms, searing up his limbs and enveloping him in seconds. He released me with a howl, thrashing and stumbling backward as he was consumed by the unearthly flames. I pushed myself to my feet, stepping back and watching as he tried desperately to roll in the snow, to smother the flames. But I knew these were no ordinary flames. They wouldn’t extinguish until they’d burned through his arrogance, his cruelty, and every last shred of his confidence.

She didn't waste any time and went to the door that leads to the main dining area but just like the back door, it cannot be opened. Maddie's breathing hitched as she tried to look around. The lights are still flickering and the windows are just skinny so she cannot go through them. Then suddenly, the two gas ranges exploded. Maddie squealed and fell to the floor. She covered her head and tried to calm down but her tears started to flow uncontrollably. Her heart is about to explode too due to intense fear. She cannot even understand what is happening. The fire quickly spreads in the kitchen and in no time, Maddie is surrounded with flames. "Help! Somebody help me!" She tried to shout but her

Seeing Liam's deformed expression made Sylvia panic. "Get out... get out!" Liam yelled, roughly pushing Sylvia away. Sylvia did not understand why Liam was mad, she hurriedly stepped back, fearfully looking at Liam as if she were looking at a monster. In an extremely cramped and dark small room, 14-year-old Liam sat on an old bench with piles of books over his head. Next to the owner of the Vineyard - Olive Vineyard, a harsh and extremely cruel man.