Wings Of Fire Clay X Peril の小説・ストーリー

The shadow creatures surged in endless waves, crashing against her fire dome like a sea of teeth and claws. Sera’s strength faltered. Blood ran from her nose, her mouth, her ears. Her fire sputtered. Her wings cracked. Adrien stirred, silver fire flaring faintly in his veins. His hand squeezed hers. “Let me go,” he whispered. “Save yourself.” Her eyes blazed, golden fire dripping from her lashes. “Never.” The dome shattered, Shadows poured in, crashing down, Sera’s scream rose like a second sun. She unleashed everything, every drop of fire left, a storm of gold that scorched the abyss.

An ear-piercing screech came from Nine Netherbird's mouth. Not only did it not, it chose to escape! Instead, he flapped his wings and once again threw his head back and roared, spitting out huge balls of black flames! "Damn it!" "Brat, you don't want to abandon your friends and run away alone!" "Will I be willing to do that?" "Anyway, I have already died once!" "What are you afraid of!" Raging Fire Burning the Sky! Burning the sky! Burning all directions!

she pleads, and her dragons answer her call. They always will. Perseus seizes the opportunity to open his jaws wide, letting loose a stream of pitch-black flames that curl forward and char the skin of those soldiers who were not fast enough to run away. Smoke curls towards the ceiling. Perseus does not stop. He burns the men and the air in front of him and the ground below; the stream of fire continues, unending, until there is an entire arc around the dragons and Alcina, a wall of flames, climbing higher and higher, separating the soldiers from them.

I threw out my hand, releasing a powerful spiral of fire, but she blocked it with yet another flick of her wrist, sending the flames to the right and burning down one entire wall. Clara dove into action, throwing out a palm and sending a spear made of ice tearing through the air towards me. I cast fire, burning it into ash, but she kept throwing them, the spears flying forwards with a ferocity that should have terrified me. But I wasn’t afraid, I was scared, I was furious.

The ground shakes and a plume of dust floats over us. Kailo soars down from the clouds, his wings beating away the cloud of dirt. I see he is missing an eye and half of his face is badly burned. “Oh shit, I don’t think she’s getting up,” someone whispers behind me. Then flames suddenly burst from within the dirt cloud. I jump back, narrowly avoiding getting my eyebrows burned off. “What the hell?” Angel asks beside me, craning her head to see what’s going on. Then a roar sounds, so loud it shakes the ground harder than Lyza’s crash. That’s when I see it.

Rage flashed through me. I climbed. The dragon saw me coming and twisted, its tail whipping across the air. I dropped beneath it, folded one wing, then rose along its blind side. Seraphina’s instinct guided my strike. Not throat first. Wing joint. Weaker. Slower to defend. I sank my claws into the joint where wing met shoulder and tore. The dragon bellowed. Its body rolled, trying to crush me beneath it. I released just before its weight turned. Another Emberfall dragon came from above and struck it hard enough to drive it lower. I followed, breathing fire across its damaged wing. It fell through smoke, not dead, but grounded, and the moment it hit, three Vaelcryns surged over it.

It kept going, one explosion after the other, like a domino effect, and colored the night sky with orange flames. “Cover your face!” Niccolò shouted to me. I quickly covered my face with my arms just the second when a massive blasting sound erupted. The blastwave was immense. So much it sent us flying forward. Niccolò broke most of the fall for me as we rolled around on the ground. I got on my hands and knees, coughing and squinting my eyes as I shielded my face from the heat. “Are you okay?” I asked him, and get gave me a thumbs up.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.