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A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

I'm losing control and I'm seconds away from breathing fire. She slaps me and the fire pushes back a bit. She's glorious in her anger and I can't touch her or I'll never let go. I glance at Mikael. "Control your woman and get her out of here." Pepper tries to run, but Mikael grabs her. Just seeing him touch her pushes smoke from my nostrils and small sparks shoot from my mouth. "Take her away," I roar as I head for my perch where I can release the flames.

Michelle was the only person among the Paragons that we viewed single because there was no peculiar person she dated if not for the affair she had with Bruno. Asides that, we weren't told about her secret date. She has never met that guy physically, they only talked on the phone, did video chats and host of other things without meeting each other. They reason why they haven't met was due to distance and Michelle's mother's illness. But as everything worked out to be good, it was time for her to fix a date for the both of them to meet as the guy told her that it was dependent on her to choose an appropriate time that would suit her.

Marvel asks. “Just like them,” Valentine says, pushing off the doorway and coming up behind me, running a finger over the mark on my neck, making those delicious sparks shoot across my skin. I involuntarily close my eyes and moan softly before I can stop myself. His touch and those sparks are so much more electrifying today. Valentine smirks, knowing the effect he just had on me. Jerk. I want to mark him too and mess with him. “What does it do?” Marvel asked Valentine.

Darius didn't even have time to scream as he was propelled backward, his armor melting into his skin, crashing through the heavy oak doors of the barracks. Then she turned to Alaric. The High Alpha drew his sword, his eyes wide with a frantic, cornered terror. “Stay back! I am a Lord of the Ridge! You cannot-” “I am the First Flame,” Freya interrupted, her voice a death sentence. She didn't use a blade. She simply raised her hands, and the very air around Alaric turned to plasma. A vortex of fire swirled around him, a cage of sun-fire that cut off the oxygen and turned the cobblestones beneath him into molten glass.

Christopher's face was twisted and crazed, and he looked like he was about to snap. "I've lost everything, are you happy now? That cheap woman was nothing but a dead fish in bed. If you want her so bad, go look for her in hell. Hahaha... hahaha..." He laughed like a madman, holding a burning torch that could set off the explosives strapped to his body any second. Despite the deadly threat, David remained unnervingly calm. He acted like he had no fear of death and just took another drag of his cigarette while shooting Christopher and Carolyn a look of utter disdain and disgust.

She stumbled, but her body was already reacting, spinning into a glowing counterstrike that caught my side and hurled me back into the far wall. It hurt. It actually hurt. Only magic like mine could. Raven raised her hand, a bolt of celestial flame arcing toward me. I ducked. My body still obeyed me—for now. I returned fire. A wave of blue-white energy crashed into her chest, sending her skidding backward, feathers scattering like shadows. I didn’t stop. Another blast. Then another. Then another. The chamber exploded with light. The wall behind Raven erupted in sparks and smoke. I panted, every inch of my body tingling, high on fury, high on pain, high on whatever ancient force throbbed thro

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It was buried under a murderous expression immediately. Cyril's back was on me. I could see what was actually going on. They are talking in their heads. Dastien nodded his head and lifted his both hands up in front of him. It felt as if they were arguing in their heads. He brought his hands back and forced them ahead, shooting fire at him. Eamonn raised his own hands and called for shadows, his smile never faded. "So, that was what you're training for." Cyril stood next to Dastien. He called for his fire. It danced around his hand, stronger and more powerful. He lifted it up and smacked his hand on the ground making everything shake.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.