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The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

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Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me. After I was rescued, I sat in the fire truck, trembling in fear. Jared came and draped a blanket over my shoulders, calming me down with his gentle gesture and warm smile. I had never felt so safe. After that, I bought a lot of fruits and went to the fire department to thank him. That was how we got acquainted with each other. At first, he gave me mixed messages. It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him.

They had always been there. The glyph on her palm pulsed faintly, a heartbeat of light against the skin, faintly warm and tingling. Shadow rolled across her forearm like ink spilling across parchment, curling around her fingers. And then—a voice. Soft. Familiar. Ancient. “Breathe, little flame.” Her eyes snapped open.

“I will never forgive you for this.” But I stood up anyway. Because I’m an idiot. Because it's Kai. And also because he was already turning off the lights, leaving only the warm orange glow of his living room lamps. The karaoke screen lit up the space like a spotlight. He pulled out a candle from the shelf and used his phone flashlight to “ignite” it, holding it up like a true fanboy. “You’re insane,” I said. “You’re the star,” he replied. I scrolled until I found something dumb. Something harmless.

“I didn’t say romantic.” “You didn’t have to.” He gave her a look, the kind that made her stomach flip, then spread one of the blankets on the ground. The night sky stretched above them, stars scattered like silver dust across the darkness. They sat close. Close enough that their knees brushed, sending sparks up Lyra’s spine. For a while, they just sat together, letting the quiet settle around them. Then Lyra asked softly, “Why do you call me little flame?” Kaelan turned his head, studying her in the moonlight. “Two reasons, actually.”

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”

Her fingers brushed over the worn leather of her pack until they found the book—the one Alina had called The Flame Codex—the last piece of her mother’s lineage, written in a language she’d never fully understood. Until now. She drew it out and set it in her lap. The pages glowed faintly under the firelight, letters shifting like living things. As she flipped through them, she realized the words weren’t changing—the way she was seeing them had. Lines that had once been indecipherable symbols now formed meaning. Power is born of purpose. Flame is not destruction; it is memory made visible. Her breath caught. She traced the letters with her fingertip. “Memory made visible…”

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .