Spyro 2: Season Of Flame 소설 & 이야기

21st November Tamaz noticed Rudra's lips curving upwards as he entered the office. Rooted over there, his eyes gleamed with happiness by seeing the nonchalantly cold-faced man smiling in a daze. "Rudra? You there?" He questioned, dramatically controlling his laughter. Hearing the voice, Rudra snapped back and gave a whining look, "spoiler's back, huh?" "Come on, man! I saw you chuckling. You better spill the beans now before I find it on my own." Biting his lips with arched brows, Tamaz teased.

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.

“Your mate and child deserve respect.” “Cut the bloody riddles,” Caspian hissed coldly. “We didn’t come to Cinderbloom to be your entertainment or some puzzle for your magic tricks. We’ve got urgent business. Where do we find information about the Pyromancer who’s risen again?” Dren chuckled, the sound like stones grinding in a cave. “Patience, Alpha of the water territories. Cinderbloom is a city built on protocol and eternal fire. You can’t just knock on secret doors without going through the front gate first.”

Not quite hope. A flicker. A flame. She wasn’t Seraphine. But she would not be nothing. Not even in his silence.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground. Leon, whom I hadn't seen for days, descended from above like a god. He took my hand with deep affection and led me toward the heart of the castle. Rose petals rained down from the sky, painting the moment in sheer romance. He held up a ring and dropped to one knee as he proposed. Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears and wrapped my arms around his waist. I asked him what made him plan such a grand proposal. He kissed my cheek and replied, "Because you deserve whatever others have. Estie, you have no idea how happy I am to be with you.

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.

"We'll see you at dinner." Without waiting for a response, I reached out and grabbed Sebastian's hand. His fingers intertwined with mine instantly, warm and reassuring. I felt a surge of power course through me, the familiar tingle of pyrokinesis dancing across my skin. In a heartbeat, I channeled that energy, willing the flames to engulf us both. The world around us blurred into a swirl of crimson and gold. I caught one last glimpse of my father's face - his eyes wide with disbelief - before we vanished in a burst of fire.

Always Aiden. I looked around the room, my gaze landing on a familiar sight. Leo, my loyal companion, my little bundle of warmth, lay curled up in his basket near the window. His soft golden fur rose and fell with his steady breaths, a comforting rhythm amidst the confusion swirling in my mind. “Leo,” I whispered, my voice trembling. He stirred at the sound of my voice, lifting his head and giving me a sleepy look before settling back into his cozy nest. But the sense of comfort his presence usually brought me didn’t last. Something felt off. There was a strange weight in the air, an unsettling stillness that made my chest tighten.

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"