Novels by TheSacredFlame

The rest of the school day passed like fog.Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The kind that made your head ache if you sat too long under them. Class after class bled together — lectures, blackboards, the occasional spark from someone's bonded beast playing beneath a desk. A scaled tail here, a floating eyeball creature there.But all of it blurred to the edges.Seojin sat quiet, back straight, hands folded on the desk. Just like always.Except now… people noticed.The whispers didn't come in waves. They came in trickles — muttered names, side-eyes, darted glances toward his jacket.He caught one of the seniors in front of him squinting at his shoulder — the patch barely visible beneath the collar of his uniform. "Obsidian Fang," it read. Black thread on charcoal fabric. Barely noticeable unless you knew what to look for. But in a school like this, people noticed guild colors."Isn't he the one who—?""Didn't he fail his summon, like, four times?""I thought he was cursed?""Then wh

Seojin woke before his alarm. Not jolted or groggy, just there, awake, eyes open to the faint blue of early morning threading through the blinds.The apartment was still. The hum of the fridge, the occasional thump of a pipe, but otherwise… silence.He sat up, dragging the blanket off his legs. His uniform, freshly ironed, hung on the back of his door. Next to it, draped carefully on the same hook, was the jacket Mirae had given him.Black. Sleek. A little big in the shoulders, but it carried a weight he didn't want to take off.The insignia on the back — a white fang curled like a crescent moon — caught the early light just barely. It looked like it was breathing with him. Below it, stitched in faded thread across the sleeve:OBSIDIAN FANG: FIGHT WITH TEETHHe ran his fingers over it once. Then twice."I look stupid, don't I," he muttered to no one.From the rug near his closet, a familiar grumble stirred.Fenrir stretched lazily, his smaller form barely as tall as a beagle, but some

Yang Mirae didn't rise as Seojin returned from the back room. The old fan spun through hot air above her head, creaking with each rotation. Soondae, the bat beast, huddled on her head like a crown, mostly asleep.Seojin cleared his throat. Mirae grunted, shifted, then lazily reached behind the desk.From a stack of pillows she pulled a folded jacket, black and lean but clearly grown out of by someone long ago. Seojin sat it on the desk."It was my last recruit's," she said, voice crackling. "He grew three inches overnight and swore he'd never fit it again. Ended up getting drafted eventually."She squinted at Seojin. "You look like you could fit it plenty."Seojin took the jacket gently, unfolding it. It was surprisingly light, lined inside with a thin layer of reinforced fabric. On the back, a faded white emblem—a wolf fang curled into a crescent. The sleeve had a sewn patch: Obsidian Fang: Fight With Teeth.He slipped it on. It fit loosely but comfortably. The sleeves were slightly

Evening settled over Seoul like cooling metal. Neon blinked through the twilight. The traffic roared and pulsed, crowding the sidewalks with tired workers and glowing eyes from stray beasts perched on rooftops.Han Seojin walked with his hands in his pockets and his thoughts turned down low. His legs ached. He hadn't eaten since the school cafeteria, and even then he'd barely touched his tray.His stomach twisted. It had been hours since he'd come out of that collapsed dungeon. Hours since he'd been cleared, scanned, questioned, and released with nothing but a weird cheque for his trouble.He spotted a noodle bar tucked between a VR pod parlor and a pawn shop. It didn't look like much. Yellow signage, half the letters flickering out. But the smell—salty broth, fried oil, steam—dragged him in.Inside, it was cramped but warm. Plastic stools. The wall fan barely worked. A tiny old lady ran the counter.He slid into a corner seat and ordered quietly. Just one bowl of ox bone broth ramen.

The landing pad wasn't a helicopter. It didn't even hover.It stared.Seojin flinched as the hulking beast lowered itself from the clouds, wings spanning the length of a department store, the platform bolted to its back shifting slightly with every breath it took. Sleek and plated like a manta ray, but with eagle talons and long iron horns curled backward. It landed without a sound, its four eyes pulsing once in red and going dim."Skygraver," Orbit Seo Rami said, stepping forward first. "Class-A carrier beast. Don't touch the tail. It's sensitive."Fenrir growled low. He didn't like it. Every hair on his small wolf body seemed to bristle at the presence of something that obeyed orders from people in suits.Juno turned to Seojin and clapped his hands once. "All aboard, mystery kid. You and the puppy ride with us."Fenrir snapped, "Do not call me a—" but Seojin patted his head fast, muttering under his breath."Not now. Just… pick your battles."The wolf snarled, then muttered, "I pick

The ceiling split with a roar of grinding stone and magic backlash. Light — real sunlight — spilled through the cracks above as the dungeon, layer by layer, unraveled into ruin.Fenrir didn't wait.He leapt toward the sky like he belonged in it.Chunks of floating rubble spiraled past them, glowing faintly from residual dungeon energy. Debris twisted downward in slow arcs, catching the rising wind as the seal between realms fully broke.Seojin squinted against the light, one arm up to shield his face. Cold air blasted past them as they soared higher. He could see scaffolding far below now — a clearing filled with broken ground, magi-steel pylons, and blinking hazard lights."There are people down there," Seojin muttered, eyes widening.Fenrir didn't respond. His body tensed.And then he spoke, voice low and resonant."Learned this one from the frost giants. Arrogant things. But they knew how to survive a fall."A glowing rune flared beneath them — pale silver, spiraling in shape, almo