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It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

Wotan said, “The conditions for cultivating Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformations are very demanding. The most difficult one among them is for one to absorb and refine the Ignis. The power an Ignis holds is equivalent to the strength of an Acmean. If a cultivator below the Acme Rank was to come into the slightest contact with an Ignis, his body would be reduced to ashes instantly.” Wotan was a very mysterious person and seemed to be quite knowledgeable. Although he had never seen the Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformations with his own eyes before, he had read about it in his sect’s ancient books. Wotan asked James, “Do you still want the book?” “Of course, why wouldn’t I?” James put away th

A gasp of shock escaped me as the flames retracted and I could have a better look at the Bloody General. ** You can read Alev's book (The Golden Dragon's Surrogate) for f.ree on Kindl.e unlimited. For more information, join my group: T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire

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Such a pretty little thing it is. So small and delicate. But, if you give the baby flame a fighting chance, it has the power to turn everything to ash that it touches. Like lava. “Wha-what are you doing?” She moans, trying to stand upright as she succumbs to the venom in her blood. I bring the lighter up to her neck. Red hues reflect off her smooth, delicate, and silky skin. “Hold very still, darling. I don't want to cause you any permanent damage, but I am curious to see how much pain you can tolerate for future reference."

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

Redemption and Sacrifice The Flaming Altar and Iris With the altar's golden radiance illuminating her path, Iris staggered as the searing heat enveloped her. As though alive, the flames danced high into the air, crackling and spitting sparks. Her mark pulsated in time with her pounding heart, burning brighter than before. She used her arm to protect her eyes, but the intense heat poured into her body, making each step feel more difficult. With her voice scarcely audible over the raging flames, she told herself to keep moving forward.

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

“Why does it say I could burn the world down?” Angela hesitated, her lips parting—then sealing again. She turned away, pulling a dusty book from a nearby shelf and opening it with care. “Because the First Flame was a bloodline erased from history. Hunted. Feared. Hidden in plain sight… until you.” She flipped to a page where an ancient crest flickered in faded gold, a burning wolf standing atop a crescent moon.