The Nicholas Flamel Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When they could see again through the dazzling after-image, the amulets were topped with a ghostly flame, translucent and radiant as the moonlight itself, rising twelve feet into the air. They lost track of time, watching that cool, unearthly column poured its energy upwards. Long after they were too numb to feel the cold it began to flicker, and between one flicker and another, it went dead. Blinking, the chilled watchers stirred. In the golden lockets, the greyish, moisture-clotted mixture had undergone a transformation. It was now crystallized, the color of the glowing volcanic flame. "Is that done?" Cassandra asked.

Nicholas was pulled out of his thoughts by his lover’s voice who came to stand besides him, his entire body covered in the large cloak as he didn’t want his unique appearance to draw any unnecessary attention, but even without seeing his handsome face, Nicholas knew that his lover was giving him that sympathetic smile of his, the one he hated and loved at the same time “I mean the past.” “It is!” Nicholas’s voice sounded void and distant as he sighed out the words, his eyes looking back at the charred ruins, there was indeed nothing left of the high tower, the man in front of him sensed his agony and stepped next to him and took his hand in his, letting his warmth seep through their joined f

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."

The forbidden grimoire suddenly appeared before the elders, “I hate it when you act so bossy, Jeremiah!” Everyone seemed to be in shock to see the cursed book's sudden appearance. Nicolas was the most panicked one, “That’s the forbidden grimoire, do you know what’s this rune weapon?” He shrieked while pointing his index finger at the book frantically. Armadale flew closer at the former king of the Eastern Kingdom, “Ah Nicolas Wolvesgate, long time no see,” the book greeted while showing its grotesque long yellow teeth, “I see you’re getting older and uglier than the last time we’ve met…”

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

💦Forbidden Flames Ignite💦 "Luca, what the hell are you doing here?" I gasped, my back pressed against the rough stone of the ancient temple wall. Moonlight filtered through the cracked columns, casting silver streaks across his bare chest. My dress hung half-open from our frantic kisses moments ago, the cool night air hitting my skin.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"