Novel & Cerita Ablaze With Vengeance

No one gets to touch her except him. And if anyone dares to hurt her, then he is as good as gone. Sujoy did not think that this day would be his last day in this world. 'Why did I touch her?' he regretted his actions. "Please forgive me your highness. Please forgive me" he begged Blaze. But Blaze is beyond listening to anyone. He got his name from the power he received. He would literally produce fire or Blaze when some one made him this angry. But he never was this angry and his power never took over like this.

He didn't react, his fury blinding him as to what he was doing to them, his eyes completely red from one end to another, almost mechanically he just added pressure to his grip until suddenly their bodies combusted into bloody pieces, the blood flowing freely. As quickly as his fury consumed him, it just as quickly left, he blinked and stared at the human limbs scattered around in front of him, he could feel as panic started to set in but quickly pushed it down as he moved towards his home but he comes to a stop as suddenly there was a man in military clothes standing before him, a speed ability user like him, but most likely a single ability user.

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

The barrels began to glow with a volatile, violet light, humming with an energy that made Vance’s Lycan instincts scream in warning. "The ledger you found in Port Valen was a masterpiece, wasn't it?" Ivan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Dmitry’s signature was flawless. The council will tear themselves apart trying to decide if he’s a traitor. And while they look south, the north will rise." "You won't live to see it," Vance roared, rushing forward with blinding, Beta-level speed. "Fire," Ivan commanded coldly. The Abyssal weapons unleashed a blinding torrent of violet energy, ripping through the stone ground and obliterating everything in their path. The explosion t

And then— A massive white wolf emerged spilling out of the blinding storm of light. He loomed over the others, his fur afire with power, crackling with lightning and white flame. His eyes burned. Not with suffering. Not with sorrow. But with unrelenting fury. Shrieks echoed through the hall. Warriors—the very men who had tormented her—thudded to the floor, pleading for mercy. But mercy was not in her eyes. There was only vengeance. Her father's severed head—the symbol of their brutality— Was incinerated in a flash of white flame.

He could not—would not, allow this to fail. In the corner, Blaze watched quietly, his heart pounding. He couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips. Deep down, he prayed all of Lucas’s wicked schemes would collapse. Innocent lives were being destroyed for nothing but vengeance, and Damien had never once lifted a hand against Lucas. It was always Lucas who pushed, who twisted, who hated. And now, Blaze thought bitterly, he had gone too far. His chest tightened as another memory surfaced, Maddena. Her laughter. Her warmth. Her gentle smile.

“One more move. One more misstep. And he’s mine.” The flames of vengeance never faded. They simply waited to be fed. And tonight, I was ready to burn the world.

I started muttering Whatever I remembered, daring to do what mother couldn't. The leaves rustled and glowed yellow. The crackling noise betrayed the fierce fire that exploded and mercilessly burned away the forest approaching us fast. My executors withdrew but in delight… “Her face disgusts me. I hope the flames burn it from my memory.” “May her ashes carry her curse away. The pack will be cleaner without her.” “She should thank the goddess —at least she gave her the mercy of fire, it's faster than decay.” I crawled my way out of the pit as the fire closed in but I wasn't fast enough to get out of the forest, the flame was faster and I had no spell to quench it—mother didn’t teach me because

"Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away." I held his hand tightly as Colin's voice faded. Later, Lucien told me the story. It turned out Joyce racked up millions in debt abroad, and creditors came knocking. Colin cut ties with her, refusing to help. Bitter, Joyce set a fire while he slept. He was rescued but badly burned. Hearing about my wedding, he rushed to see me. He missed the treatment window, and his legs were ruined. I was shocked, thinking how hard this must be for Lauren.