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Heat spread across my palm, burning my skin. Micha grabbed the book, trying to pull it off, but it only burned him too. He yanked harder—and a piece of my skin tore away, sticking to the iron surface. The pain stung, but my healing abilities restored the wound quickly. Then it happened. The book glowed. The iron shifted. And it opened. Golden letters appeared across the pages, words forming line by line. Micha and I stared, stunned—and excited. Finally, something real. Something the realms didn't erase.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

"I know, sir!" Liam picked up a thick and heavy book, turned the pages, inside were business lessons that were extremely difficult to understand, a child like him could not understand them all. But if at the end of the day, when Olive Vineyard asked and he couldn't answer, he would receive many whips and powerful blows. Whenever Liam disobeyed, Olive would press his head into a large bucket of water, until he could barely breathe, his lungs hurt like he wanted to explode, then he let go. Before becoming the perfect heir, Liam endured all kinds of tortures and sufferings, he ate rancid food to learn how to save, stayed in a cold room to appreciate warm blankets. From the age of 14 until adult

Their hands were burnt as well. Such fire contained some flame poison, which could go down one’s veins and burn the insides of one’s body. It was just too strong. “Everyone, try harder!” “This guy only has his flames, nothing else!” “Divine Heir of the Great Star, use your divine book to control his flames. We’ll be able to kill him easily that way.”

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

Her eyes were black as coal but blue flames flickered inside. She knelt. “You are the Flameborn. Forgive me,” she said. “We had to test your strength,” Serena chilled, a bit. “Why?” “For you are not the only light returned. The woman gestured behind her, into the pit. And out of the shadows came another figure. He was tall. Dark-haired. His cloak sparkled like it was made of stars. And in his hand — another flame. Not like Serena’s. Not pure white. But blood red, not wanting to settle, as if mad.

"I wouldn't lie to a woman so enchanting as you." He had a way with his words, I can give him that. "You're too precious for me to make up words so that I can earn your trust. You're smart enough and sometimes I envy you for your smartness given the fact that those assholes kept you away from the world. But you've aced it so well, you're successful in what you've been doing, your restaurant is flourishing, you put so much faith in what you do and now see how badass you've turned. You're a bombass and I wouldn't have felt in love with someone who wasn't as bomb with so much fire that can burn you alive as you."

When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything. When I shook my head, disappointment filled his eyes. Still, he said, "It's okay. I'll keep trying to help you remember." He brought me roses every day, saying that they were my favorite flowers. But I didn't care. The sight of that bright red color only made me feel disgusted. He also brought me an embroidered wedding dress, saying that it was a gift from my mentor. Apparently, I had worn it for him once before, and he had been completely captivated.

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

Resting in her palm was a single ember. Not hot. Not cold. Just waiting. > “Then take this,” she whispered. “The flame they called forbidden. The one they were too afraid to name.” — The Flame’s Question Azriel reached for the ember. The eighth flame in his chest pulsed once, steady and warm, like a hand on his back saying: yes. And the ember didn’t flare—it opened. The sky outside split—not in fury, but in invitation. The boy jolted awake, his breath catching like a note in a broken song.