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(Don’t do this to him) He gave me a devilish smile and looking at me he bought the lighting close to his arm. His shout of pain combined with mine. The smell of burning flesh tainted the air. The only strength he had left he spent on wailing and moaning in pain. He cannot endure it. They traced the little fire over the words. How painful! I did not want to look anymore but the man behind me had a tight grip so I couldn't turn my face even if I wanted to.

He bit his lip. I screwed my eyes shut trying to imagine him as an hyena or anything ugly because at that moment I wanted to crawl into his arms, beg him to touch me and do whatever he wanted as long as he got rid of the fire that was burning inside me. But he'd make a joke out of it and the thought of just that made me mad at him. "Oh Marvelous." His voice made me open my eyes instantly. "Why are you so---"

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

Then he came out of the white flame unscathed. "How is this possible?" The face of Fire Path suddenly changed. He controlled all the flames in the world. The white flame was from the reincarnation channel. It could burn everything in the world but could not hurt Chu Xun. "Don't play with flames." Chu Xun turned his head and looked at Fire Path. He slowly raised his hand. With a boom, a terrible purple flame appeared and swallowed the white flame directly. To put it bluntly, he was going to refine it.

I said. “No need, White Wolf." He said and bit down on something. His body began to convulse, and before I could react, white foamy liquid poured out from his mouth. I stepped away from him as I watched in disgust. His eyes turned black and unnatural. Smoke began to evaporate from him as his body burned from the inside out. It suddenly stopped, leaving his body with third-degree burns. I shivered in horror as I finally snapped out of it. I stared down at the smoldered remains.

The room stopped tilting and locked into place. The barrier cracked behind us. A hard pop, then a long spider line that split the air. The Dark Passengers surged. Red eyes. Hooked hands. That crawling, hungry sound that never faded once you heard it. I did not break the kiss. I raised one hand. Fire answered. Not weak and sputtering this time. It roared up my arms and leaped from my palms. White at the core. Blue at the edges. Pure hellfire. It hit the first wave and turned them to ash. Their shrieks cut short. Bodies folded in on themselves and fell to nothing. Smoke smeared across the memory like charcoal rubbed into paper.

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

Not even a word. Instead, he reaches for a lighter. No! “Sebastian stop—!” He clicks the lighter. And instantly, the flame springs to life, bright and deadly. “No!” I scream, lunging forward. “Sebastian don’t! Please don’t—!” But he is already holding the envelope over the flame. And I watch in both pain and shock as the fire catches the corner of the white documents and the brown envelope, the flames spreading quickly, hungrily, and devouring the evidence of my innocence like it’s nothing.

"The Dampeners... they aren't just in the simulation. They’re in your brains. One click, and I’ll turn your minds to ash." I stood up, pulling Silas with me. I felt the "White Fire" humming in my palms. It wasn't a dragon's flame anymore. It was something new. Something that belonged to the real world. "Go ahead," I said, my voice sounding like thunder in the small room. "Click it." The scientist pressed the button. I felt a tiny spark in the back of my head—the chip they had implanted. But the White Fire swallowed it in a second. The remote in the man’s hand exploded, scorching his fingers.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.