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A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

I sobbed but snuggling impossibly closer to Danelle ,wanting to feel that warmth I felt when I was in her arms But only now, I couldn't feel any warmth..In fact now realizing it ,Danelle's body was was so cold ..And slightly pulling back to look at her ,she looked so pale and her lips were a faint blue..I was confused.. "You so cold and you look so pale ,are you sick?" I said worriedly placing the back of my hand on her forehead..She was ice cold "Oh lord, we should go home now so I that I can make you something warm"

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat. But I know that it is not affected by the fire. He's a Basilisk and fire could not kill him, nor harm him. Faris suddenly walked towards us and I took a step back when he came towards me. Take this. He said that my blood almost came to my head. Is he crazy? Who in their right mind would touch a burning rock? That's why I shook my head so fast that it seemed like my neck was about to break from shaking so much. It was still smoking and I could see that it was burning.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

he said, voice all casual bravado. He snagged one of the yellow-and-white hardbacks and chucked it at me. My palms were slick; I almost fumbled it, but caught the weight of it and forced a crooked grin that probably looked more nervous than cool. Carter’s smile was a touch too sharp—like he was trying to sell me on the idea of chaos. He pulled a match from some sad little sleeve stuck in his backpack pocket, dragged it across his teeth for the spark, and touched the flame to the corner of the cover. The paper took it like a pact—orange and red licking hungrily across the binding. When the fire edged too close to his fingers, he tossed the book into a tin trashcan in the corner and handed me

But I couldn’t stay silent. Not after what I had found. “I went into the bunker,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “The one beneath the town hall.” Wells’ expression didn’t change, but I saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes. She knew what I was talking about. Of course she did. “And?” “And I found these.” I held out the files, watching as she reluctantly took them from me. “Project Inferno. Weaponized wildfire. Chloe was involved. Luther’s gang wasn’t just a group of raiders— they were hired. By the government.”

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

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