Solo Leveling Monarch Of White Flames の小説・ストーリー

"Control your beast and end this violence at once. Remember where you stand. Do not let your emotions take over and destroy thousands of years of legacy." The flames intensified, and some of my soldiers poured water. The others tried to breathe in the flames. It would not suffice. Those were the flames of a powerful royal dragon. So powerful that even Rothrar himself would not mount a challenge. I was its creator. And so I was the only one who could tame or destroy it. "Brother!" My brother's voice seemed clearer. "Rothrar?" I said. "Ramon." He looked into my eyes. "Remove the flames."

The Flame was gone, but its whisper lingered, soft and cold, a single word: Again. The world was theirs. But the fire was not done. And from the horizon, a new light rose, not gold, not white, but red, pulsing with a hunger that knew their names, their choices, their everything.

I ran my hand down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “You’re going to watch me fight,” I whispered, leaning in close. “And when we win, I’m going to fuck you again right here on this deck while your crew watches from their sinking ship.” He groaned, his cock twitching. “You’re insane.” “I’m the Pirate Queen,” I replied, stroking his thick shaft slowly. “And you’re my favorite toy tonight.”

She earned the crown. Now she must prove she deserves it. Only one week has passed since Traci was crowned Queen and revealed to the world as the Last White Wolf. The kingdoms finally have hope, old alliances are beginning to heal, and peace seems closer than ever. It is only an illusion. While the kingdom celebrates its new queen, Maddox and Ralph have vanished into the shadows, quietly rebuilding their forces and preparing a far more dangerous plan. They have learned a painful lesson, attacking Traci head-on is impossible. This time, they will strike at the people she loves, forcing her to make impossible choices that no ruler should ever face. As Traci struggles to balance the weight

I countered sharply. I forced myself to sit up completely, pulling out of his protective embrace. I shivered as the freezing air hit my thin silk nightgown, but I ignored the cold. "You are their King," I commanded, channeling the unwavering authority of the White Wolf. "But a King is only as strong as the wolves standing beside him. You made a mistake. A catastrophic, paranoid mistake driven by love and fear. Now, you are going to march down to Level Three, you are going to look your generals in the eye, and you are going to admit that you were wrong."

he orders, looking right into her eyes This time, she dropped to her knees, her body completely obeying his will. "Ha, ha, look at that. I've got myself a thrall!" he boasts His gloating over how he's going to make her a sex slave and how he's going to share her with all his friends infuriates her. She was once at the top of the food chain; she can't lose to bottom-feeders like these. Mustering all the will the both her past lives can give her, she rises to her feet.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

This is off to a great start. “Well, this is slightly embarrassing” Levi responds with a nervous laugh. I run my hand down the front of my face. Waves of anger, frustration and embarrassment run through me. I don’t normally have to try too hard if I was ever interested in a she-wolf. As soon as they feel the Alpha Aura they are practically throwing their panties at you and begging to be your Luna. So, to say I have little to no game wouldn’t be an understatement except now I’ve just rocked up to somewhere I thought I was invited but wasn’t, smashed a guy’s face into a wall like a Neanderthal and I’m not even the one she is interested in. This is just fucking peachy.

The king said nothing, but white light slowly enveloped his body. “Olivia, get ready!” Roul exclaimed firmly. In the next second, a burst of white light shattered the ground, and at the same time, Olivia controlled the wind and split the flames so they wouldn’t get on them. The sight was like a high wave being halved, and they were standing in the middle of a sea of flames. “I can’t hold it anymore,” Olivia muttered with difficulty. Her two outstretched hands trembled greatly, having great difficulty enduring the flames.