Gladio X Ignis Novels & Stories

This showed that these were not regular attacks, but attacks fueled by a Glow! "Glow: Explosion. It disorients the target for five seconds. Not long enough, but not short either." Frederick mumbled as two golden earplugs fell out of his ears and returned to his armor. The same happened to Selina, showing that she had been protected by her boyfriend. This was because Frederick's strange Glow was no respecter of persons. It affected friend and foe alike, for it was an all area attack. Even it's user was at risk of being affected if his ears weren't protected as well!

That necklace was a trap, a setup so Nicole could steal everything that was supposed to be mine. That lying, manipulative jerk! My eyes burned, tears threatening, but I held them back. Ivor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't cry. I've got a way to fix this mess."

Glan laughed at his wife as they walked further inside. “How is the pod doing with training?”, Xander asked Glan. “They’re doing well, we’re trying to see where their gifts will be best utilized during the fighting. We've also chosen our six snipers and where their places will be when the war starts", he explained. "Mariana will also be placing a shield up so the rogues won’t be able to flee and even if they somehow make it passed us, the shield will kill them upon trying to leave.”, Glan spoke confidently to his sons.

In an act of desperation, I knelt before Ignis, begging her to reconsider. “Please, Ignis, I'll do anything. I won't be cruel anymore, I won't use rue on Hunter anymore, but please, don't tell anyone,” I pleaded, with teary eyes. Ignis, in turn, crossed her arms and stated, “I have a condition.” I looked at her, prepared to accept anything to keep my secret safe. “Tell me what you want.” Ignis looked me in the eyes and declared firmly, “No matter what happens, you must not go after Fierce.”

Abstergo, annihilare, omnia adversa! Ignis meus, ferox, eximius, et liber! Incinero, devasto, omnia inimica!" Translation: "Fierce fire, my extraordinary power Fury of the flames, my enemies devour I consume, I burn away, all obstacles Fiery fury, I command! Extreme flames, I summon you! I burn away, annihilate, all that opposes! My fire, fierce, extraordinary, and free! I scorch, I devastate, all that is enemy!”

He leans over and places a kiss on my ankle. I turn around and head for my dressing table. I wait, my back straight, while Elio passes a gold chain with a sun-shaped medal hanging from it. In the center, a white diamond sparkle with the letter G engraved around it. "Do you like it?" he asks me when he sees me playing with the pendant. "Much, grazie sole mio," I answer, giving him a slight smile through the mirror's reflection. The sun represents him. This is the origin of his name, Helios, the sun. The G is the initial of the Family. This jewel is not an ornament, it is a necklace and a chain to remind me that I belong to him and the Family.

Everything happened so fast and finally Ignis pointed his hand behind his back to make a wall of earth which immediately melted into lava. Ignis' body stopped moving, but Noa was right in front of him. Noa with one hand stabbed at Ignis, Ignis reflexively parried it. Even so, Ignis' hand was pierced by an ice crystal from Noa's hand until it went through. The ice crystal penetrated his hand for about 20 cm until the tip of the crystal touched Ignis' chest. "Stop!" Ignis shouted just as Violet was already swinging her claws, the claws that had only a few millimeters left from Ignis' neck stopped.

a voice boomed, sounding like the roar of a thousand forges. The speaker was Ignis: the High Ward of Pyrrhos. He stood seven feet tall: his golden skin pulsing with an aggressive, rhythmic heat that pushed back even Killian’s Alpha aura. He held a spear made of liquid sun, and his gaze was one of profound clinical judgment. "We are the menders of the fracture: Ignis," I said, stepping forward, my gold ringed eyes locking onto his white ones. I projected the full warmth of my Tempered Heart: showing him that the fire he guarded was already living within my own marrow.

They moved slowly, scanning floor seams and overhead girders. “Signal should be within ten meters,” Dorian said, consulting the reader strapped to his forearm. Isolde circled wide, sweeping beneath a collapsed stairwell. Her boot knocked something solid half-buried in crystallized salt. She crouched. Brushed away the frost. A flare casing. Old. But modified. Stamped with a jagged insignia: Astra’s personal code, flanked by two red notches. Not launchable. Not military. This wasn’t meant for combat.

I frowned, watching her dangle there, "What my father destroyed? In which aspect are you talking about?" Rosa rubbed her throat where my hand prints were, "He's destroyed countless clans across the nation, mine included and Nicole's clan as well. Your brother wants to help those that are remaints from the destroyed clans, yet here you are, chasing after some fire demon who's acting human." My growl echoed off the walls, making them shake, "Fire demon? Didn't I tell you?" I grinned, my body being wrapped in fires, "Logan belongs to the very first Death Clan in the Red Continent."