Romans & histoires The Blazing World Novel

The Heartfire still burned at its center, and within it, she sometimes saw shapes — Lyra’s laughter, Kaenor’s gaze, the shadow of Arianne singing by the river. They never spoke aloud, but she felt them watching. Guiding. She would sit by the flame for hours, writing softly in an old book — her memories, her doubts, her hopes. On the cover, she carved one word: Remembrance. That book would later become the first text of the new world — not a scripture, but a conversation. --- The Golden Horizon Years passed.

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them. The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go. Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection. Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her. She had been that girl once. As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck. Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.

“It isn’t.” The air around us shifted. Not like magic. Like something opening its eyes. Fia suddenly gasped, clutching her head. “It’s getting louder!” Finn grabbed her. “Fia, look at me. What’s happening?” “I see…” She swallowed hard. “I see fire. Cities burning. Wolves killing each other. The sky breaking apart.” Chase frowned. “That’s just the war…….” “No,” she whispered. “This is worse. This is after.”

“You are the perfect radiator that melts my heart~” “Hah?” I inadvertently opened my jaw wide from the surprise. God, I don’t want to let Restia hear this. She’s the only special one to pull off such a line, right? With such a doubt lingering in my mind, I inadvertently look around. Kronos is wiping his foggy glasses with his blazer. Blaze is standing at his spot, glaring at me with his teeth gritted for some reason. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold at all, maybe it’s because he’s a fire elemental user?

My vision blurred red, my claws extending, my fangs sharpening. She stumbled, eyes darting toward the door. But there was nowhere to run. I owned her. “You’re worthless to me,” I whispered. Then— Light exploded from the sky. A silver blaze, so intense it swallowed the sun itself. The entire room darkened, as if night had fallen in the blink of an eye. For a single, breathless moment, the world stood still. Then— The silver light pulsed, flooding the room, illuminating everything in a sharp, celestial glow. It was unlike anything I had ever seen—pure, powerful, undeniable.

Her boldness and unwavering resolve leave an impression on him, a newfound admiration for the fiery spirit that lies beneath her exterior. “Alcohol does something…doesn’t it?” Muttering a quiet acknowledgment of the transformative effects of alcohol on their interactions, Blaze's reflective comment underscores the influence of external factors on their dynamic, a reminder of the complexities that underlie their connection. The tension between them hangs in the air, charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, when the haunting sound of howling wolves pierces the night, a stark reminder of the primal forces at play in the world beyond.

Only then I breathed a sigh of relief because it was comfortable here. There was no one. Only the noise inside could be heard. It's also dark where I am but if I turn to the other side where the entrance is, you can see the bright lights. I saw a water fountain so I just sat on the side of it. I looked up and realized how peaceful this place is. Cold, dark and alone. I felt the coolness of the air and seemed to like it but it was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice. "I told you! I won't give up!" it was Zara's desperate voice.

This woman was Blaze’s mother—Lucretia Ephemera. Blaze joined the battle and unleashed an all-out flame attack. The flame had a good amount of power and could relieve Lucretia’s pressure. “Blaze, why did you come in again? Hurry up and leave this place!” Lucretia screamed with a serious expression. “Mom, I’ve acquired Nature’s Book. I can take you and leave together,” Blaze replied happily. Seeing his mother, his smile also looked like a child who had not grown up. “What? You have Nature’s Book in your hand?”

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

There was no sky. He was standing on a floor made of polished obsidian that stretched infinitely in every direction, reflecting a ceiling composed of swirling nebulae and dying galaxies. The air smelled of ozone and ancient parchment—the scent of a library that had existed before the first wolf had ever howled at the moon. "I'm not dead," Blaze whispered, touching his chest. He could feel his heart beating, but the rhythm was strange—slow, heavy, and resonant, like a drum being struck in a deep cave. "I’m... somewhere else."