Stelle X Firefly Novels & Stories

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

He reaches towards the body and then looks up at me to give me a reassuring smile. "Stay back baby," he says and I quickly take a few steps back. He lights the torch with a lighter and then opens the lighter, pouring it on the dead rogue's belly. Fenris then sets Xavier's body on fire. I watch as the body burns, a very putrid smell wafting off from the body, making me retch, violently but I control the urge once again.

"We don't have a fire dragon shifter to complete the four elements" "The Spirit Beast",Riven finally answered. As if answering its call, the large golden wolf emerged from Riven's body and soared in the air. A trail of golden flame followed behind it as it circled Riven's head, its golden eyes staring towards the other side of the city where the titans and the hydra were. "Yes! The perfect fire",Xerxes pumped his fist in the air, and Layla was astounded to see a pleased smile on the ancient shifter's face. Xerxes hardly smiled, and it totally transformed his face as he did.

Xavier muttered with a sigh, his face studying every angle and features in the courtyard. Xavier firmly grasped Hazel, attempting to soothe her, but she was beginning to lose control. I only wished I could help with something, probably helping to cause a distraction. Just then, I focused my gaze on the bright lamp on the wall. The longer I stared at it, the brighter it gleamed. As I experimented a little bit with visualizing flames, the lamp's light intensified till flames appeared. As I stared at it intently, the fire flared brightly, engulfing everyone in the courtyard in fear and confusion.

"There are a few spirit beasts around us. Most of them are ten-year-old and there's a hundred-year-old Lady Firefly potent in the light attribute." "You have investigation skills?" Chen inquired curiously. "A little," Ah Yin nodded. "Do you know more about the Lady Firefly?" Chen inquired. "Yeah," Ah Yin explained, "The Firefly has an extraordinary affinity with light element but that is its only redeeming feature. Speed, power, survival capabilities, all of them are at the bottom rank and many of these fireflies are consumed by other spirit beasts that are attributed to Light element." "Oh... that's a shame," Chen shrugged.

With that in mind, she immediately began scanning the room again to figure a way out of this place… and in the end, her eyes fell on a lighter on the coffee table. …Eureka. A fire! Grabbing the lighter, she then began spreading fire across the curtains, bedsheet, and even sofa as she yelled, “Open up, Stefan! I’ve found our way out!” After draping the burning quilt on the windowsill, Xavia added, “I’ve started a fire that’ll trigger the fire alarm! I’ve also draped a burning quilt out the window so that more people will notice and call the fire department! We’ll be out soon, so hang in there…!”

He spat in anger and ran towards the terrace with arrows whizzing around him. “Destroy the Blood Moon Pack!” The Fireflies yelled as they started firing arrows all over the palace, causing a commotion. The weak omegas ran for their lives, and the warriors of Blood Moon took over. It seemed like the Fireflies were prepared as ever, though. The arrows they threw nonstop were clear evidence. “How dare you all?” Alpha Xander screamed from the terrace, his voice as loud as ever. They paused for a moment and then made a clear path, revealing who they were serving. At that moment, Alpha Dylan showed his face, looking brutal as ever.

The cave was dark, their only source of light was the flashlights they were using as they walked towards Veratora's tomb. But Elena noticed something suspicious about the fireflies in the cave. She had seen them somewhere but couldn't remember where, but she figured it's better. "Don't let them touch you," Elena said, still wondering where she had seen the fireflies, then it clicked. She recalled they were called Mesopo fireflies — extremely poisonous files they were made by the first Witch to defend the bodies of her dead children. It is said that a single perch on the skin could be deadly, it was even taught in class. We were shown pictures of the victims and it was not a pretty sight

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom. Omek thought about those in the town and a way to end the sacrifice they offer every damn year. One certain afternoon as the goddess was resting, he stole the staff and ran away. He had the freedom to go anywhere he wants but not the town. Before she could notice it, she was turn