Who Killed The Flame Hashira Novels & Stories

"Burn the forge, the grimoire, everything. Erase every trace of this place." "And the prisoners?" "Take them to the palace. They'll be given shelter and healing." I turned away from the altar. "But first, I want to speak with the one who led this. The blood mage with the scarred hands. I want to know who he was working for." Lyra's expression was grim. "He didn't survive. Your Flame consumed him." The words settled over me. I'd killed him. I'd burned him alive without even meaning to. The power inside me was so vast, so terrible, that it had acted on its own.

Aurelian met the attack without hesitation, their clash sharper, faster, more decisive. There was no room for restraint anymore. Their strikes collided repeatedly, each one stronger than the last, until Aurelian shifted his stance just enough, creating an opening. He took it. Light surged forward, precise and focused, striking directly through the defense. The impact sent the devil backward. His form flickered. Unstable. Aurelian did not hesitate. He finished it. The second presence vanished. Five remained. Across the battlefield, Kaelith felt it. He paused for a fraction of a second.

He was just imagining things. After all, a young master-level fighter could only be found in Metropolis. All of them picked up their pace, and very soon, Campian saw that the forest in front of them was burning. It was indeed Jesse, the Flamethrower. “Shien!?” Campian saw a man running around with a man on his back. He squinted his eyes, and when he saw that the man being carried was Shien, he shouted, “Shien!?” “Captain Wolke!?”

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!"

his grandfather said to him. “What do you mean?” Alexander asked, leaning against the iron bars that served as a railing set for the balcony. “Carlos watched his mother die and she was killed by a burning flame wolf. She was a witch and the burning flame wolf has accused her of using dark magic to manipulate and control the regular wolves. As the leader of the burning flame wolves, she was entitled to take justice into her own hands and she did. Of course, not directly. Instead, she attacked the palace and killed her. Carlos watched her bleed out to death. So this is personal for him. It is all about revenge” his grandfather said to him.

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

“Kael, he’s not” “I know,” Kael said quietly. His throat felt raw. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his blade. “I know.” The next strike was silent, swift, merciful. The silver flame burst outward, enveloping the hollow in blinding light. When it faded, Kellen’s monstrous form was gone. Only ash remained, glowing faintly in the dying firelight. Lira stood beside him, her breathing uneven. “He wanted you to do it.” Kael didn’t speak. He just stared at the ashes, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

Many of her precious organs were crushed, and even her heart was injured. Thora took over and the ice chains vanished, but Layla wasn't relieved. The seething rod in her body was too much to endure. Her body was still wet and when Thora's ball of lightning made contact with her she convulsed. As she curled, the rod pierced her heart through. She vomited a large amount of blood and died of resentment. The other teens were barely alive after fainting. Pamela took over and fireballs appeared in her hand. "You need to smell good when they find you. She launched fireballs at the teens, burning all their flesh away, leaving only their bones.

She wouldn’t kill without reason. “Who?” I asked sharply. “Who did she kill?” The Gamma stepped forward; he seems to be the most sane-looking man so far. “Alpha Keres… Luna Ember had hurt Elder Maera… and escaped last night” The world tilted. Sounds started to ring in my ears. But then another elder spoke… “She must have done this to avenge the Silver Crest Alpha. Since you killed him,” he announced. My vision blurred and my body felt… disconnected. I could feel my nervous system shutting down.

“He killed them! He killed one of them!” She slumps against me when she says those last words, her body wracking with sobs that cause my heart to break piece by piece. What the fuck happened here? I don't see Jade, so it can't be her. I turn to Luka, noticing the same look of distress on his face and the pain in his scent. He nods when he sees me looking at him. “The link snapped while we were training; someone in the pack has died.” The one thing Eli and I feared would happen had just come to pass - Helseth called for Kira and when she didn’t respond, he retaliated. Not that I know for sure that’s what happened, but it’s the only thing that makes sense right now.