Rengoku Set Your Heart Ablaze Novels & Stories

Coup failed, bloodied; Omega exposed, shadow-deep; partnership forged, gore-intimacy, not words. Tokyo neon pulsed below like an empire's veins, dojo shadows lingering as a tattoo. Kenji's hand claimed spine possessively as we strode through the glass corridor, rebels' ledger burning holoscreen vendetta. Ring pocket-warm against thigh, unspoken vow—his obsession met mine, dark romance iaido-sharp. Ruin mutual blueprint; claim throbbed inevitably. Omega loomed next prey, but here—blood-bonded, bodies synced—we ruled unchained.

Celeste (voice calm, seventeen, unstoppable): “You want the Deep Script? Come take it from the girl who learned it from your grandfather’s regrets.” I spread my arms. The symbols under my skin ignite (liquid starlight and living tide). The crown above my heart blazes white. Behind me, my court steps forward. Remy shifts to full dire-coyote, eight feet of black-bronze fury. Seras ignites, Blazing Wukong roaring into existence. Kayo’s tails fan into a golden hurricane.

‘Song from your heart, idiot. “My heart…my melody…” he muttered as he stared at Mira’s sleeping face before he start feeling the beat of his heart. He listens to what it was trying to convey and with one kiss placed on Mira’s lips, Angel knew what song he wanted for Mira to hear. Closing his eyes, Angel started feeling every beat of his own heart. He listened to every breath he was taking. With every stroke that he gives to his dearest mate, a song called My Escape by Ravenscode reflects what Angel feels. He sang his favorite song that he was willing to share with Mira over and over again.

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.

’ Oh please. I could feel my rage beginning to build back up again, and Mina instantly began asking me to calm down again, but I was too angry to listen to her. I dragged myself up off of the tiled kitchen floor and stood up tall, as I pushed back the tears that overwhelmed my eyes. I then screwed up Mason's note with one hand and threw it on top of the broken remains of the dining table. I then turned to face the note and ignited one hand, I watched as the electrical flames engulfed my hand and delicately danced around as they rose into the air. I held my hand out flat and concentrated, I imagined making a fireball and within seconds the fire began to bend to my will. A fireball with mixed

Gryphon roared before straightening his back and taking deep breaths to calm himself. He got off on the second floor and even avoided the staff that was rushing around. After locating a room number written in the text message, he opened the door. When the door opened, he even caught the moment Roxanne set the wine bottle on the table. She had her back to the door, but she only chuckled as she looked over to find him. “That’s not even five minutes yet. Are you that desperate?” She turned and crossed her arms under her bust. “I wanted to do things like a tame tabby cat, but you forced me to turn into a fierce lion. Roar…”

"It’s just an anchor! It’s just supposed to lock the vein, not ignite it!" "It’s not just a lock," Rangga shouted, his voice layered with a strange, reverberating harmony that wasn't entirely his own. He was standing now, held up by the sheer pressure of the energy flowing through him. The amber marks on his torso were no longer just lines; they were burning channels, bright as molten gold. "It’s a heart! You tried to carve out its heart, and now it’s waking up!" Rangga felt the mountain’s rage. It was cold, deep, and utterly indifferent to the ants scurrying upon its surface. The surge of energy was reaching a crescendo, the resonance building until the very air seemed to vibrate with a fre

Since his fire doesn’t faze me, I wait until he runs out of breath, then look at him. “If you don’t mean it, don’t say it. You’re a better dragon than that, Iniko,” I say, keeping my voice calm. If Iniko was really trying to hurt me, he’d have used his air. That’s his most powerful element. Since he only used fire, fire that he apparently doesn’t realize is a fire dragon’s fire, I know he’s just blustering. He turns and continues flying so I follow, staying quiet,

I watched coldly as Marcus' grief spiraled into madness. With a flick of my hand, the brilliance of his Heart of Astral Clarity faded, leaving him the dull-witted man he had once been. He fumbled clumsily with the blood-soaked bag, spilling its contents as he knelt in the gore. Upon seeing what lay within, he collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "Astral Maiden, oh, Astral Maiden, I'm sorry… Please come back… Please…"

‎ ‎My stomach dropped straight to my knees. ‎ ‎He lifted his wrist, like he wanted me to look taunting, slow. ‎ ‎And when he rolled up his sleeve… ‎ ‎…a tattoo glared back at me. ‎ ‎A sun. ‎Burning. ‎Same symbol. ‎ ‎But that wasn’t the part that made my entire world tilt sideways. ‎ ‎Inside the sun… ‎there were initials. ‎ ‎G. H. ‎ ‎I froze. Completely. ‎ ‎“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no”