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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.

The fire and heat bursts out of me like a shockwave only being directed towards the dark fae. They all burst into flames and fall. My family and friends are unaffected. I open my mouth and molten lava spews out. Cascading down my bare chest. The burn is delicious, it’s intoxicating. I levitate into the air as the molten lava flows from my mouth. My skin bursting into flames. I don’t fight it; I let it run free. My heart beat picks up again, and I know Vilkas is fighting.

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

He coughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he stared up at the sky. I crouched beside him, watching the life drain from his eyes. The paperwork he’d been clutching was still in his hand. I snatched it from him and held it up where he could see. “You wanted this so bad,” I murmured. I pulled the lighter he kept earlier from his pocket and flicked it open. The flame danced in the night air. Brian’s eyes widened weakly as I brought the flame to the edge of the documents. The papers caught fire fast, curling into black ash that scattered around us.

The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape. I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.

It wasn't an iron sphere or a standard alchemical shell; it was a continuous, roaring jet of compressed, super-heated white fire that cut through the harbor mist like a localized sun. The white flame struck the stone pavers twenty paces ahead of the vanguard, and the reaction was instantaneous. The solid granite did not scorch—it melted, turning into a bubbling, white-hot river of liquid glass within three heartbeats. The unquenchable fire rolled across the pier toward the defenders, its extreme heat turning the damp lowland fog into blistering steam that threatened to incinerate every wolf in the basin before they could even draw their breath.

Vis snorted, but Sidastir ignored him. "If it was the fire. That's what I'm wondering about. It looked like fire and burned like fire, but it was white," Sidastir said and sat down in the chair next to Akana. "If it looked like fire and burned like fire. Then it is fire," said Vis and grabbed hold of a cup, and drank a red drink of which both Sidastir and Akana were sure was something with alcohol in. "But it was white. I have never heard of white fire," Sidastir sighed.

"It's been so right from the first day I was born. Man uses me to fight. He releases me from the holding chamber with a push of the trigger, and anxiously or not, since I never know in what manner I fly, I am always happy to be let out of the cartridge, and the gun holding me. Free to be outside this shell that's my dress. But it's only when I see the man I'm about to go through, or be stuck in, that I then become reluctant, wishing I never left my shell. Sometimes, I'm never told who I am to kill. I'm just let out of the chamber, relieved of my dress, and sent out to pierce a hole in a man, and become wet with his blood. Guns don't kill, Your Grace. People kill people. But if you really wan

The storm seemed to obey them — twisting around their shapes, bending to their presence. I stood, pulling the fire to my hands. The golden light flickered once, then shifted — not red, not orange, but white-hot, pure and blinding. They hissed at the sight of it. Edward’s voice came low and steady beside me. “Can you control it?” “I don’t think I have a choice,” I said. The first seeker lunged, moving like smoke. I swung my hand upward, and the fire leapt from my palm in a wave of light. It struck the creature mid-air, burning through it — but instead of dying, it screamed and split into two smaller shadows.

The force hit me like a wave… and dissolved. Students gasped. Kieran’s eyes narrowed. “Impossible.” I took one step forward. He groaned and summoned fire,black fire, edged with violet, the kind that burns memory. It coiled around his arms, then he shot toward me like a serpent. The fire stopped mid-air Then curled back towards him, gently as smoke. He staggered. “What are you doing?!” “Nothing,” I said. “You’re just realizing, your power doesn’t work here.”