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Out of her fury, Marie conjures a set of matching flames upon each of her palms while her bright eyes burn a shade of visible red, fiercely marching towards our attackers before throwing the burning orbs towards them. Mordecai unfreezes himself from his petrified daze and jumps out of the way as one of the flaming balls heads in his direction - ducking out of the way in the very last second in a bid to escape her heightening wrath. The remaining orb of magical destruction crashes in front of Sam and Blaine, sending them into the air from its explosive impact as it implodes the ground beneath them.

They roared to life, wrapped in flame, and obliterated the demons in front of me in a searing pulse. Everyone froze. The monsters turned and I turned with them. This time, I didn’t run. I fought. The flames burned hotter, darker, a weapon of ash and shadow. I cut through the beasts, my body moving like the fire itself, instinct and rage in perfect rhythm. The sky screamed with me. The city trembled. Demons disintegrated where it touched them. No screams, no ashes, just nothing. Cultists tried to run. The shadows caught them, dragging them into the fire as if offering tribute. I moved, not frantic, not afraid. Purposeful. Each step sent waves of black flame rolling forward, consuming everythi

Marvelous added behind me making Martha who was now done with whatever she had to do chuckle. We all walked into the parking lot, Cherry opening the backseat of her red Audi for Martha and Anley before she rounded the car and took the driver's seat. She revved up her engine and drove off before shouting at us, "Don't go back to the house!" The idea was taunting though. Marvelous smiled moving closer to me as she made the collars of my tux. "So mine and edible." She said slowly and tantalizingly letting a smile pull on her face as she moved back to check me out more. "You look lavishing." She blushed. And there was my innocent Marvelous once again.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Moonfire. Nova’s vision cleared, gold flickering in her irises. She felt his pain, his exhaustion, the weight he carried—and she felt her own strength pouring into him in return. They were one. The battlefield raged on around them, but for a single heartbeat, they stood in a cocoon of light and fire, bound by something greater than blood. Nova ripped in a breath, her voice breaking. “What is happening to us?” Kilian’s jaw clenched. “The bond.”

Rivenstar. “Her name is Rivenstar.” A few gasps. Damaris smiled, impressed, and maybe a little worried. “Welcome to the battlefield, Miss Vale.” Across the room, Seraphina looked like she was chewing glass. Aster bounced over, glowing. “You were amazing!” I smirked. “I think I’m in love.” “With the axe?” “With the violence.” Damaris clapped again. “Alright, murderers. Bloodlines get tested Thursday. Try not to die before then.”

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

I have been keeping my emotions locked up for so long that my body can't take it anymore, combusting all around me. “I am married, Vivienne. And it is all I have tried to tell you.” “Leave.” I have no idea when Ares walked back into the room, but now, he has his eyes on Vivienne, cold and pissed, with a half-empty glass in one hand. There is something else in his gaze. Something I can’t put my hands on. “Ares, you can’t possibly…” “Get out of my house, Vivienne, and don’t come back.” She gets on her feet, her perky boobs bouncing as she covers the space between her and Ares. “Are you doing this because of her?” Vivienne scoffs, one manicured nail pointed at me. “She’s not worth it, Ares.”

Xander was a towering presence, his ice-blue eyes filled with a primal fury as he swept through the battlefield, his strikes precise and devastating. Vivi lost track of time as the battle raged on, her focus narrowing to the task at hand. She could feel the Starfire pulsing within her, a steady rhythm that guided her movements and bolstered her mates' efforts. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a united front against the chaos that threatened to engulf them.