Song Of Silver Flame Like Night の小説・ストーリー

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.

It was a tender breeze that cradled the echoes of long-forgotten lives, each gust whispering secrets of those who once walked this hallowed ground. Her fingers lingered over a new sigil etched into her palm, its sharp lines and intricate curves stark against her skin. This mark had been born from the fierce blaze she had summoned weeks earlier—a unique flame that felt alive with potential. It wasn’t soul-fire, devoid of warmth or purpose, nor was it Hollow, a shadow of existence. No, this was something far rarer; she had chosen to call it the Silver Flame, though its true nature remained shrouded in mystery. Yet, as she took each step on this sacred soil, she felt the gentle hum resonating f

Damien POV: The moon cast a soft luminescence through the windows of my chamber as night enveloped the estate in its mysterious embrace. I found myself alone with Lily, the air thick with anticipation. She moved with deliberate sensuality, each step a tantalizing dance as she slowly shed her clothes, revealing her body to me with a sultry gaze. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips curved in a seductive smile. Lily approached me, her hips swaying gently, her fingers trailing down her supple stomach. With a boldness that ignited a spark within me, she reached between her legs, teasing and inviting. Her breath quickened, and her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her desire.

THE NAME THAT BURNS “A forgotten name burns worse than any flame.” The Flame Forgets Her. Elara stood in the center of the flame circle. The silver fire rose around her in slow spirals, as if trying to recognize her. It didn’t breathe with her. It didn’t sing her name anymore, because it didn’t remember it. “Elara,” Lyra said softly from behind her, hesitant. “It’s like it’s trying to match your soul… and finding nothing.”

He bent his head to suck on Sylvia's nipples, licking them like a satisfied puppy craving forecast milk. "That's good, your insides are so tight! I want you..." Liam hissed, having pulled out half of his penis and then thrust it inside, repeatedly in and out. The collision between the two bodies resounded with an extremely hot sound. Sylvia couldn't help but feel a strange, unbreakable infatuation with her body.

Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them. Silver flames had been kindled. And they would not fade quietly.

I started hearing my favorite music while staring at the sky full of stars and moon. Every night in my dreams…I see you…I feel you… This song is playing currently. This is one of my favorite songs. Suddenly I felt some weird sensation passing within me. Again, I started getting pain in my chest area. This time I’m damn sure, it isn’t gastric problem. Why? Why is this happening to me? I started crying due to pain. Suddenly a thought came across my mind. I stared at sky and started questioning The Universe. Is this because of my destined partner?

“The fire? Yeah. Hard to miss your world exploding.” “Not the fire,” she corrected. “The awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t say it like that.” She ignored me, because of course she did. “Silver fire does not answer fear or anger alone. It answers blood. And bonds.” The word settled heavy in my chest. “Enid,” I said, flat. Elda nodded. “The Lunawalker Flame.” I laughed once, sharp and humorless. “That sounds fake. Like something made up to scare young wolves into behaving.”

Elena *****Late Afternoon — The Ruins of Silverfang***** The world was still burning. Fire crawled across the broken stones of Silverfang like living things, licking at shattered pillars and collapsed walls. The sky above was no longer blue or even gray….. it was a thick, choking black, torn open by streaks of red fire and drifting clouds of ash. The air smelled of blood, smoke, and something bitter and unnatural. The ground shook beneath my feet as if the land itself was screaming in pain.

And we were going to kill a child to save ourselves. Stormfang Camp – Western Meadows Dax’s POV The night had deepened fire burning low the camp quiet except for the occasional howl of Stormfang sentries circling the perimeter.Flame slept between us tiny chest rising and falling green light pulsing steady now, no longer flickering like before.Kael sat cross legged silver eyes on the tent flap listening.“They’re coming,” he said voice low. “I can feel it. Kai’s rage. It’s close.”I looked down at Flame her small hand curled around my finger vine warm and alive.“She’s different tonight,” I whispered. “The light… it’s not just glowing. It’s reaching.”As if she heard me Flame’s eyes opened silver