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Even so, they left at least fifty men surrounding the girls. A strong wind began to blow as Scarlett heard more of the Hova shouting. It seemed like the left flank had run into Marcellus. Pakuri and Voty kept hurling fireballs at the Hova, but the ones on foot held up metallic shields, and the fire brushed right past them. Grina's face showed up in Scarlett's head. She was fond of saying that the Karainas couldn't depend entirely on their fire, which was why she made them train so hard. Scarlett, never having any fire magic, depended entirely on her fighting skills.

If he had found her, that means they had saved Swayer as well. “Yes but it was already too late. The entire building was burnt to the ground before we got there.” Gerald replied. “We?” Cruella asked curiously. “Yes, I'm from the fire department. I'm actually the captain. When I found you, you were burnt up and I thought you were dead but you suddenly started breathing and I knew God had given you a second chance.” “God? Who is that?” Cruella asked with a frown. “You don't know God? He is the creator. He created everyone and everything.” Gerald explained and Cruella frowned.

he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. I held my breath as Vladimyr stepped through the flames, his skin shimmering as he absorbed the heat, unaffected by the fire licking at his arms. He approached Tori, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and menace, his bloodlust subtly curling around him like an invisible cloak. Tori’s expression hardened. "I am quite not done yet, brother!” With a defiant shout, she sent a concentrated burst of red flames straight at his chest, her power amplified by sheer will. The impact forced Vladimyr to step back, his expression momentarily faltering.

he asked with an annoying smile as he tried to balance himself on his crutch. Disregarding Ivar, she strode past him, prepared to resume her duties. However, he had different intentions, halting her by seizing her arm. "I'm addressing you," he snapped, his teeth clenched. "Slave." "What is it, Ivar?" she demanded, glaring at the hand that imprisoned her before lifting her gaze to meet his malevolent eyes. There was a fierce intensity in her eyes he hadn't witnessed before. A spark, as if Thor, the God of Thunder, himself lived within her.

"Which is why-" "Cyrus?" Arder gasped. For all this time she had been wondering what had happened to him and how he had died, but now there he was. The pink scar running across his face with jagged markings was still present, and after all that time he still looked the same. His expression mimicked that of his son, except it ran deeper, he almost seemed angry.

Someone pulls him away from him and holds him by the collar. "What part of" Engaged "do you not understand boy?" my breathing seizes by the sound of that voice. Rolan Dimitri holds Rex's collar with a look I've never seen on his face before. He looks like he wants to spill Rex's blood. What have I done? My heart thundered in my chest as I watch Rolan throw blow after blow at Rex. Rex knows better than to fight back, if he as much as raise his hand, he will be shot. The blows keep going, I fear Rex will lose his straight teeth.

“You’re dating, in general. You used to teach us how to slit throats in three seconds and now you’re cuddling on a couch.” Ilana snorted. “If you don’t stop discussing my love life,” Vincent began slowly, leaning forward. “I will hurt you, Charlie.” Charlie shuddered, looked at Ilana, then Calix with wide eyes that clearly said ‘this is what I’m talking about.’ Then he leaned towards Ilana and dropped his voice to a whisper. “It’s like watching your father date.” Ilana nodded solemnly. “I know. As I said, gross.” “Can we go back to the man who burned bodies?” Calix asked wearily.

BOOOOOOOMMMM The five men who had attacked the ship were immediately thrown against the city wall with broken bones. They stared in disbelief at the ship because they, three third-level immortal realm experts, had been defeated and even injured with broken bones by just the sound from the ship. Just as they were about to stand up, a young man appeared before them, his face resembling theirs, and he clenched his fists towards the five men. "Phoenix Fire Fist! Feel the pain you caused for making those women cry!" said the young man in a cold and merciless voice as he punched the five of them.

Now he came bearing an offer, to stand with him to bring Adrian down. Ahead, a flicker of firelight pierced the darkness, a fragile heartbeat amidst the black. Figures gathered around the flames, a mass of watchful eyes, bodies scarred by war and waiting. The pack was strong but wary. Their alpha, Balmol, stood at the center—a pillar of strength and endurance, his eyes hard as stone. As Damon stepped into the circle of firelight, silence fell like a shroud. Eyes fixed on him, skeptical and wary. Damon did not acknowledge them with words. There was no time for pleasantries.

Power tore from her fingertips, not just magic — intent, pure and furious. Fire erupted, laced with frost, roots tearing from the ground, lashing like whips. Marlowe shrieked as the roots wrapped her, dragging her down. The Alpha snarled, lunging again — Only to meet Rowan and Lucien together, claws and fangs tearing him to the ground. The fight became storm.