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I threw open the door to the inn's room, the wood banging loudly against the already damaged wall of the chamber my parents and I had been given for the night. Smoke filled my lungs, forcing me to cough as Nael Liesand, my father's Right-Hand man, stormed out of his own room. His eyes locked onto mine, flashing with relief at seeing me unharmed, then narrowing with resolve and an all-consuming rage to eradicate any threat to me. I felt the wind pelt my face as he pulled in fresh night air from a window down the hall, attempting to protect us from the smoke of the fire raging below. I ran to him, and his arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me in close just as his wife, Ada, erupted from

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter032: Secrets unveiled. Tensions are beginning to rise between Mr. Rodrigo and Spencer, as Spencer breaks the marriage between Kara and himself. In a short while, the news was all over New York City. Kara has refused to talk to anyone or see anyone for weeks as she was heartbroken and trying to heal.

A few minutes later we finally got out and the heat of the sun, sand, and cactuses that are higher than us and I can see their big and sharp thorns meet my eyes. I can breathe a sigh of relief because I can no longer smell the small amount of fuel. If we stay there longer, I won't be surprised if I end up coughing even if I don't have one. But I still thought I would suffocate, and I didn't think it was possible to catch fire because there was a slight smell of gasoline in there. Even if it's just gas and not the back, it's still flammable. "What's that road called?" I can't stop asking. In this world, even a path has a name.

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

My claws extended, scraping against the torch as I lit it. The fire caught quick. It climbed up the dry branches until it was a tower of orange and gold. The smell of burning fur filled the air. Acrid and heavy. Stinging my throat. The flames reflected in every eye around me. They were waiting for me to speak. I didn’t. There was nothing to say. I just watched as the fire consumed them. The bodies twisting as the heat grew. It was punishment, yes, but also protection. No evidence left behind for carrion to feed on, no chance for their deaths to poison the earth under my pack’s territory.

I’d give anything for lightning speed, for one blink of an eye to see her right now. When the smell of fire gets thick, I slow down just in time to avoid a burning roof falling on my back. I look around at the homes. Everything is on fire. The roofs, the windows, the porches. It’s all going down. A handful of dead wolves lie scattered, no more than four, hearts yanked out and left beside them. I keep moving, following the ghost of Zephyra’s scent through the wreckage. Just what is happening here? Amidst the smell of kerosene I believe started this inferno, I can scent multiple people and more blood. When I reach a small workshop, I spot two bodies sprawled on the warm ground.

Hot enough to set paper aflame. He left scorching, smoking footprints on the floor with every step. Lily and Kael both took a step back. 【WARNING: S-Rank Boss, ‘The Ashen Revenant,’ has appeared. He was burned alive in a fire. He hates all living things. His ‘Flames of Retribution’ can burn even the soul to ash.】 But I smelled nothing. Felt no heat. To me, he just looked like some poor chimney sweep after a very, very bad day.

He unwrapped it slowly, then placed it in her hands. A necklace. Simple, but beautiful. A tiny charm shaped like a flame hung from the center, made from some kind of glowing amber. The moment her fingers closed around it, she felt it—warmth. A pulse. Like it was alive. “It belonged to the last Fireborn,” he said. “She didn’t survive the war that came.” Evelynn looked at him sharply. “What war?” “The kind that hides in shadows,” Aiden said. “Not with armies or flags. With whispers. With blood. And with monsters.”