Wings Of Fire Darkstalker の小説・ストーリー

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

The orchestrator of this tragedy now faced the consequences of his malevolence, and I reveled in every bit of his suffering. As the flames consumed Draxler, I turned my attention to his warriors, each one meeting the same relentless fate. No warrior was spared as I set them ablaze, their cries echoing in the aftermath of the battle. The air was thick with the scent of burnt flesh, a grim reminder of the cost of their allegiance to the forces of darkness.

I had a moment of pure terror when I saw that fire about to engulf Merethyl. I scooped her up and raced outside, thankful that the blast hit me and not her. Even for me, that was painful. I’m pretty sure my back is scratched, and my wings are probably torn. It hurt pulling them in, but it would have hurt worse landing on them. Now, as she straddles me, watching the blazing inferno behind us, I feel like I need to do damage control. So, I revert to what always works for me. Arrogance.

Her skin burned faster than it could regenerate and though she was the furthest away from Kylie, she seemed to be the one suffering from the brunt of the fire. “The flames of a sun,” Davies suddenly muttered, looking silently at the dagger in his hand; it was Dark Shadow’s dagger he held. “What?” Jack asked. “Nothing,” Davies responded with a shake of his head. “Tell me,” Jack insisted, something he hadn’t done since he dropped the persona of a bully after the veil had been taken of Kylie’s eyes. “Blood Daemons are similar to vampires of legends. Well, they are the same thing but with a different name. And their weaknesses are...” Davies started.

"I'll get you a grimoire, and you can start your own. Of course, the one I gave you belongs to your people. But that doesn't mean you can't have one of your own." I nodded, knowing that time was of the essence. Xander was waiting for Cruz's location. And every moment we wasted was another moment that Cruz was captive. Daphne raised her hands over the bowl, and the flames grew brighter and taller on the candles. Then she cupped her hand and made the motion of scooping up the fire from on top of the candles and set it in the bowl. Even though there was nothing on her hand, flames flared from the bowl. I gasped, for in the fire was a vision of Cruz. He was tied to a chair in some dark warehouse

The Spirit of the Wolves stood tall and calm, but the weight of her rage simmered beneath her serenity. Beside her, Nalia lifted her chin, fire crackling at her fingertips. Her flames surged upward, engulfing her body until she stood as Saelari, radiant and terrifying. Her wings spread wide behind her, burning with the full might of the phoenix lineage. The cavern walls reflected her power, casting the room in flickering hues of gold and scarlet.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

Wings stretched out like the proud draconian he is, Alexander did not spare any more time as he took in a deep breath before letting out the dark flames unto the woman. Lilian's piercing screams made the people around her flinched. Her cries of woe reached the hallways as her body was slowly consumed by the prince’s searing flames. Along with it, several other wailings of pain and agony came from her coven sisters as they too felt the stinging of being burned that their mistress was going through.

David chimed in, defending the guards and medics to prevent bloodshed. Adam looked at David with a sharp gaze. "But it doesn't apply in a precarious situation like this, it's brave to lift my wife from the riverbank here. Why not now?” David was silent, it was true what Adam said. "Then they let the fire grow to burn my wife's body?" Adam asked again. "Sorry, Lord." David lowered his head, lowering himself. "The fire was basically to warm up the wet Miss Jes before getting further help." Obviously David.

"You know you're actually sweating.Just forgive him and go back to calling him Vador." "And why? I'm just an assistant," She frowned. "He's really comfortable around you" Vador was still in the study when Aleister brought news to him concerning the dark witches. "This letter came for you Vador," Aleister said dropping the letter on the table. "What does it say?" Vador asked looking up. "The dark witches have been killing the pure blooded in the east. The letter is from lord Jack,he needs more protector," Aleister replied. "I wonder why the dark witches keep coming back "Vador licked his lips.