Poe Infernal Blow Novels & Stories

Althea began her chant, and the surrounding area darkened as a small tornado formed between me and Blade, but it was still possible for us to see Althea. She nodded her head to Blade, and he drank the potion while staring at me. He grimaced for a while, and I would have laughed if this was nothing serious, as he might have found drinking my blood repulsive. "Nubescant omnes videntes eum in nomine tuo, spiritus fortes." Althea’s chant became louder as her hair was being blown away by the tornado that was rising and covering Blade’s whole body completely. Despite the authority and firmness in her voice, Althea’s eyes were betraying her. She looked worried as her eyes focused on the tornado tha

From hunger. The soul he was about to trade had never been his to begin with. He pressed the edge of his claw to his tongue. Bit. Bled again. “Lael ith os murn. I am the last flame. I am the spine of the beast. I give. Take me.” The ground groaned. The altar split down the middle. And from the wound in the earth came not fire—but breath. Old breath. The kind that smelled like burnt roots and forgotten names. The kind of breath that remembered the First Pact and had waited too long to be worshipped again.

... A phone call almost got me killed in a fire. I burst out of the flames, clutching a terrified cat. Outside, beside the geared-up firefighters, there were a bunch of familiar faces. They laughed, calling me the ultimate simp. Leading the pack was none other than my childhood friend, Colin Porter. He had called me an hour ago, claiming he was dying in a fire. Now he was unscathed, spotless. I realized this was just another prank of his.

The command entered their ears. Standing behind Mystic Vale, the three three-meter-tall Ultimate Zombie Puppets simultaneously let out a dull, soulless roar! Their bodies shuddered as the black iron armor on their surfaces clashed loudly. The ghostly green bone spurs at their joints surged outward by several inches, and the Soul-devouring Flame embedded in their eye sockets suddenly flared, transforming into two blazing masses of green fire. Without hesitation, without doubt, without fear, the three magical puppets rose into the air like three colossal black mountains, carrying a terrifying pressure that tore through space as they brutally smashed toward Carl atop the stone platform!

Inferno's abilities were far superior to what the intelligence had described. "Fighting all day in my house—how annoying!" On the brink of consciousness, Xena heard a familiar voice. She saw a blurry figure standing before Inferno. "Is this… Felix's voice?" Inferno furrowed his brows. "And who might you be?" Felix seemed extremely displeased, especially with Inferno. "Because of you, I have to sneak around in my own home. Enough with your nonsense!" The next moment, his hands suddenly reached out to Inferno. The latter didn't have time to react—his neck was snapped before he could even see the movement of Felix's hands.

Damon shook his head as nothing was going right. "Ask someone to clean it." Yang nodded but frowned when he noticed something on the mug. "What is this?" He touched the green trail of liquid on the mug and sniffed it. "Fuck! What is this?" He scowled at it. Damon frowned and did the same. He scowled when he sniffed the strong odor. "It's poison!" He declared and everyone got alert. "What the hell is going on, man?..." Mikhail scowled. "Who the hell is he?... Don't have fucking guts to come in front and fight... Using these shitty ways.."

"The Author... he didn't lose me. He Sent me." ​Leo raised the charred flute, and instead of a song, he let out a Scream of Pure Ink. ​Outside, the Respiration’s hull began to turn into a black, oily cage.

Alex said, his tone in mock defense, "I like this cushy gig, devoid of brutish training and running in the mud." We talked a bit more, playing catch up on their research efforts and what discoveries they had been making. Alex had created an elaborate map, cross referencing battles the Blood Pack fought with the attacks we'd faced. He'd painstakingly analysed the fight patterns, the direction the attacks had come from and mapped out where other victims of the Blood Pack had lay claim on their land. He matched this with the patterns of fires and rogue attacks, applying some sort of algorithm to all of it to pinpoint where he believed The Reckoning would occur. It was brilliant, I couldn't deny

A story she admired so much. After getting the alarm, Aurora got up, stretched, freshened up and teleported herself to the portal chamber, where she kitted herself and waited for others. Ini came in next and seeing Aurora she joked about how unfair it was that the rest of them had to walk all the way to the chamber. The portal chamber was found at the deepest part of the royal castle, sealed from everyone’s view, it was four floors beneath the ground. It was described as the devil’s home; it had minimum guards to avert attention to the portal within and is only visited in the earliest hours of the morning on founder’s day. Aurora laughed and said; ‘I am sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any envy

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