Titan's Fiery Wheels の小説・ストーリー

Hayden paused, waiting for Leech to respond. Leech indicated for Sprout to continue with a flourish of his hand. Sprout glared at the werewolf, sighed and then began to speak. “The Second Fire Weapon is the Crimson Axe,” announced Sprout. “It is to be wielded by Titan.” “The Crimson Axe sounds much more exciting than the Vermillion Sword!” Roared Titan, teasing his new Alpha. Hayden rolled his eyes at his Beta’s jibe and Titan wrapped his arm around the Prince’s shoulder as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

"Don't look down!" Tristan gritted his teeth and pulled himself up. Don't look down. Don't look down. He looked down. Below them, the white expanse of the tundra was broken by a chaotic scene of fire and smoke. The Mammoth was roaring across the ice, its treads churning up a storm of snow. Its steam-cannons were firing rhythmically, blue blasts of energy slamming into the Citadel’s outer shields. The fortress was firing back. Massive green beams of Aether-plasma streaked from the towers, carving trenches in the ice. The Mammoth swerved and drifted, Vane driving the fifty-ton machine like a sports car.

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

He engaged a series of toggles on the dashboard, and the Titan’s massive engine roared to life, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the bypass. As the convoy approached the exit, Alistair’s security detail launched their assault. Kinetic barriers slammed into place, and a volley of high-velocity rounds hammered against the Titan’s Level 7 ballistic armor. The sound was like a thousand hammers striking an anvil, but the Titan didn't even flinch. "Deploying drone swarm," Elias commanded.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

I will try it every month if that's what it takes. “Primordial mother, I summon you. Tiamat, I summon you.” During this rite, we will be passing through stages of astral Draconthropy to become as Tiamat, to become a dragon - powerful, wise, decisive, standing in our power where we will harness 'melammu,' the black flame and spark of creation that resides within us, to be our own gods and stand in our power. We are going to use Leviathan, the dragon god of the subconscious, to aid us. And our quarter calls will begin in the west, following counter-clockwise, as it will be opposite to the sun, and we will be calling in The Four Winds, used in some Mesopotamian magic. I chose to do this as they

The fire erupted. It burst through her skin black and wild, devouring. Trees splintered like bones cracking under an unseen hand. Small creatures shrieked and vanished into ash. The familiar they had conjured together — that luminous, impossible creation — screamed as it was wrenched into the world unbidden. Its twin followed, both howling, their light torn ragged by the black tide. Sierra fell to her knees. The storm inside her chest became the storm outside. She screamed, but it wasn’t a human sound anymore.

Sienna says. “Why should I fire her? She's just telling the truth. You did take a married man as your new lover. You two even moved in together, and the whole town knows it. You brought shame on the Winters name, and Grandfather is still angry with you. I hope you know that. But go ahead, run to him. Tell him everything that I do wrong, because I know that you so want to take over Winter Industries from me. The only problem is you can never do that. You see, I have the majority shares. Those shares you sold off to do whatever you did overseas—who do you think bought them?” Damon says.

But it was what came behind them that truly terrified me. Three figures, each standing twenty feet tall, covered in silver armor that seemed to absorb light. They moved with impossible grace for their size, and where their feet touched the ground, the earth withered. "Titan-class hybrids," Chen whispered—she'd been conscripted as our intelligence officer, her knowledge too valuable to waste. "Theoretical only, I thought. The energy required to maintain that size should be impossible." "Unless they're using multiple power sources," I realized. "How many Moonsingers did the Council really kill? How many did they harvest?"

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.