Sanji Fire Leg Novels & Stories

Another attacker surged from the flank. “Lucian!” Saraphina’s cry ripped from her throat. He turned in time, blade up, but too late to avoid the slash entirely. Steel tore across his arm, crimson blooming across his sleeve. His jaw clenched, his stance never wavering, but she saw the pain flash across his face. Rage surged with her fire. Saraphina thrust her palm outward, the air itself trembling as heat roared through her veins. Flame leapt from her hand, a searing arc that engulfed the nearest intruder. He screamed, thrashing as fire devoured cloak and flesh alike.

From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth. I was surprised because it was the same word as Sushi. So I turned to Sushi now who was still small and didn't even look at me. He was looking at Faris as if he was waiting for what was going to happen. I looked back at Faris because suddenly there was a big groove where he was standing. We were all alert. I saw that the lava boiled and gradually they floated as if alive. Faris reached for a piece of lava and I winced when I heard a sound that sounded like metal coming from a burning fire and placed it in water. If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat.

"I will try my best." The Fire God León de Fuego quickly caught the King of Youkai's body, channeling power into his body, but after a long time, the face of the Fire God León de Fuego grew whiter and bloodied from the corners of the Youkai King's mouth still flowing non-stop.

"Little girl? How dare you call me that? Now, I'll teach you a lesson!" Violent fire! The anger all over Liu Xuanji's body reached its peak and seemed to be about to fuse with the flames around her.

“Damn.” I feel a painful sting where his fingers touch and I gasp, jerking away. “Ow, what did you do?” I ask in accusation. “You have a deep laceration on your shoulder. You will need stitches, I'm afraid.” He tells me, before he puts his leather jacket around my upper body. “Your back is slightly burned from the flames, but it is mostly the equivalent of a sun burn. Nothing too bad there.” When his inspection moves to my bottom half, he notices my leg right away. Dropping to his knees, he lifts my foot in his hand for a closer inspection. “This looks bad.”

2. Ragnar felt as though every muscle in his body was going to explode. His giant gold scales heaved with sweat, and his tough membranous wings were so hot it felt like his veins were on fire, but he wouldn't give in. Flying just ahead was the Queen and her guard. Today was the day that Ragnar would take his warrior's test.

Fred walked through the streets with numerous thoughts in his mind. He was oblivious of his surroundings. Reggie ran after him panting. He caught a glimpse of him walking absentmindedly. "Fred!" He called in a high pitched voice. Fred turned slowly to face him. "What do you want?" He asked harshly. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I really didn't mean it. I know I've been a real jerk to you these past few years and I'm very sorry. Please forgive me," Reggie said looking apologetic.

I didn’t burn, nothing on me burnt, but his hand was already blistering and a part of his pyjama shirt had also charred. “Sihana Asena,” he muttered with a quivering voice, pushing my wet hair away from my face. “Let’s focus on you. You’re the one on fire.” “I’m not burning.” I opened up my palms to him. He took my hands in his and I shivered from how violently his hands jerked. “Are you – Are you okay?” I looked up at him. I was still under the water and the fire finally fizzled out but Cahir’s eyes could barely focus. They examined every part of my body as if looking for any part that may be hurt, or a lighter that may have started the fire in the first place.

Both smirking at my reaction before Antonio moves to lift up a lighter. My face now full of panic as he slowly brings the lighter over towards my leg. My body now squirming as he moves to flick the lighter. Flames magically appearing as a wave of hot searing pain scorches my leg. The pain enough to rip the scream straight from within me. “AHHH!” Chuckling in amusement from seeing me in pain do I keep trying to get myself away from them. The pain unbearable. The smell of burning flesh, my flesh now reaching my nose as I cry. My body practically hyperventilating as I attempt to breathe.

His eyes widen as they lock onto it. “Piper,” he starts, his voice calm but laced with unease. I don’t give him a chance to say more. With a swift, deliberate motion, I stab the fork into his hand where it rests on the table. The reaction is immediate. His skin sizzles and burns where the fork pierces it, the scent of singed flesh filling the air. Elijah lets out a pained grunt, yanking his hand back and pulling the fork out. Blood wells up from the wound, dark and viscous, but before my horrified eyes, the skin knits itself back together, the burn marks disappearing as if they were never there.