Yandere Firefly の小説・ストーリー

Cruella said out loud and China's eyes widened. “How dare you?!” She yelled but Cruella didn't flinch or even show any sign of being intimidated. If it was then, she would've been trembling but not anymore. That weak and useless girl is dead. She died in that fire and this reborn Cruella won't take shit from anyone. “If I were you, I would break up with her. She doesn't deserve the title of Luna. Even a weak Gamma could do a better job.” Cruella said and for a split second, she saw his lips move to the side before returning to its normal position. He almost smiled.

A tightness coiled in Araheen’s chest at Yadira’s condition, but she dismissed it at once—especially when claws began to form at the salamander’s fingertips, her chest rising and falling in shallow, furious breaths. “It’s you, isn’t it?” Yadira snarled, cracked lips pulling back. “I could smell your traitorous aura from a fucking mile away, you sylph cunt.” Araheen did not react. She had expected no less from Yadira. “Your people would do the same to me if our positions were reversed, Yadira,” she replied evenly.

* Even her mindlink voice was tiny and sweet, filling me with a sense of wonder. *Oh ok, let's go get coffee and breakfast,* I said, feeling famished, and she flew to my shoulder, holding onto my hair with her tiny hands, tucking her wings down behind her. She was like a Fairy Firefly, her tiny body, only three inches tall, she glowed bright white, with eyes the same color as her wings, gold, like those of a dragonfly. When she fluttered, golden sparkles like glitter came from her body, making everyone around her feel happy and uplifted, with a hint of delight.

Faster and faster, the wall of fire swirled and built until finally the entire courtyard had been consumed in a fiery kiss. If another human had been present for the phenomenon, they would have compared it to the pits of hell. Wanting ever more power to be gained and harnessed and un- leashed, Oliver stretched out his hands as if being crucified and called the flames back to him. As the destruction compacted and convulsed angrily, he flung his hands to the heavens. The swirling, convulsing maelstrom of fire obeyed him in totality

Hali rode the tease of Zephyrus. “Hug as if there’s no tomorrow?” I would not expect that Raiden would join them. “Call her garbage again. I will put you in the trash,” Colden imitated how serious the face of Pyro was while saying those lines. They laughed so hard as my faces became super bright red while Pyro was looking at them sharply. “Shut up!” Pyro turned his back on us and then walked away. “Hey, King Fire! Don’t you want to bring Fira in your room? Enjoy the days when you’re not yet married!” Zephyrus chuckled so bad as he covered his mouth cutely. I thought he loved me?

I was expecting him to slip a finger inside my pussy, but he didn’t. He pulled back to meet my gaze, “fuck, Firefly…” There was something dangerous about his gaze. Something that darkened the lust in his grey eyes. He widened my legs, and before I could tell his next move, he drove hard into me…

I instructed Zalya, She nods in agreement. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, then brings her hand palm out and a moment later a fireball appears hovering above her hand. And dancing to its hypnotic song. Then her eyes snap open and she throws the fireball toward the Mannikin. It hits it with a swoosh, setting it on fire. “Great job you're doing amazingly well!! I examined.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

He reached through the storm, and the fire bent toward his hand as though eager to kneel. “You are mine, Vaelira,” he said. His voice was thunder across the world. “You always have been.” Her chest cracked. Her tears burned hot, blistering her cheeks. “No—” she choked, defiance splitting her throat. “I am not—” But the word never made it out. The shadows closed around her neck, choking the sound before it could live. And then the fire consumed her. Malick’s POV One moment she was there. Crying, shaking, reaching for him.

4 Claire was a bubbly cheerful girl. Since her parents weren’t around at the moment, the house was filled with constant laughers. I excused myself when Sebastian and Claire started staring at each other like they wanted to eat each other’s face and I wasn’t in for something X-rated.