The Nicholas Flamel Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Main Characters: Alexander - The 25-year-old handsome and independent guy who's a workaholic. He likes working and earning money. He had a past that turned him into a narcissist. He doesn't believe in love and has commitment issues. Ellie - The Novels narrator and 23-year-old protagonist who's studying and still dependent on her family. She has been brought up in a strict family with morals and ethics. She's a day-dreamer who keeps dreaming about her prince charming and finding her true love.

It was something else. Hope. And something she couldn’t yet name. Damien’s muscles coiled beneath her as he leapt over a crumbling section of floor, Dylan and Dean flanking them with fierce precision. Elias and Lucas sprinted ahead, their silhouettes barely visible in the dust and shifting light. Nicola kept her grip firm, both on Damien’s thick fur and the book in her arms. She could feel it humming against her skin, as if the magic woven into its pages recognized her touch.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

Marcus shoved me behind him, his chest still bleeding from the hunter’s strike, but his golden eyes locked on the flames as if even he couldn’t decide if this was salvation or damnation. “What… what is that?” I whispered, my voice trembling. Nicholas tilted his head, lips curling into that serpent’s smile. “The past, catching up to you, little liar.” The flames twisted, forming a shape. At first, it was nothing but heat and light, but then it condensed, taking form tall, cloaked, wings of burning embers spreading wide enough to darken the clearing. The hunters dropped to one knee in unison. Even their leader lowered his head.

Amia's POV: I sat cross-legged in front of the potion-making furnace, carefully measuring out various herbs and ingredients. The warm glow of the fire illuminated my workspace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I loved this part of the process—the weighing, the sniffing, the licking, and testing the quality of each herb. It was like creating a magical symphony, blending nature's gifts to craft something powerful and transformative. "You know, you could hear a pin drop in here, and you still wouldn't flinch."

Xavier and Ceres sit across from each other, the scroll between them. Xavier (carefully breaking the wax seal): "Feels wrong to open it. Like I'm cracking open someone's grave." Ceres (gently): "Then treat it like an exhumation. Not to desecrate—just to bring the truth into the light." He unrolls the scroll—fine parchment, preserved miraculously—names upon names inked in blood-dark script. Xavier (reading softly): "Narel Flame-Eyed. Caelum Ashwing. Idris of the Second Vein. Eyla Moonvein. Alric Flameborn..."

I closed the door to the ritual room behind me and barricaded it; then I wrapped up the twins, whose cries made the ceremonial candles flare with a supernatural blue. "He's coming." Valentina's voice reverberated from every reflective surface. "Nicolas found the ritual book." "Will it work?" I clutched the twins closer. "It could save you all." Her image fractured across multiple mirrors. "Or destroy everything." Gunfire exploded outside. Nicolas fought his way through my father's men to reach us. I saw glimpses of him through the shadows, smoke-like, the sigils on his skin branching with every use of his power.

His eyes were more smaller and narrowed. He stroked his fully grown red beard, a malicious smirk lifting up his cheeks. "We meet again, Nikolai," Arthur Flamecrest said after a long period of silence. I took my time to recover from my first shock before I replied. "All these time, I thought we'd have our reunion in hell. I never expected we'll be having it here." Arthur Flamecrest smile widened. "Unlike you, Nikolai, I'm not ready to die yet. There's so much life has to offer and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it before I die."

And why those colored smokes comes to me little by little, they hovering over me like some kind of pets meet they hatful owner, I feel like they hate me and unwilling to come to me but they have no chose, or they will perish, my bloody smoke merge with some part of these smoke and become darker and gloomier. So why am I so calm, I clearly have no flesh and what not to make me feel any thing but this is my first time that I feel my refreshed and clear minded, and driven by some kind of instinct to take initiative of doing stuffs. Suddenly random thoughts poured in my mind like a bitch nagging at her pinp for treating her wrongly, some thoughts are happy, other are irritating, some are sad and