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I yelled. He was already moving. A silent inferno of white-gold fire surged from him, engulfing the creatures advancing on the city. It wasn't a wild blaze, but a contained, controlled storm of annihilation. Turning to face the threat at our backs, I followed his lead. A wave of violet fire roared from my hands, and I focused its full, devouring power on the sentinel until not even a wisp of it remained.

A pathetic weapon against a sentient forest. I flicked it. The flame sparked to life. I touched it to the nearest vine, a thick tendril creeping over a root. Nothing. The flame licked at the waxy surface but wouldn’t catch. It was like trying to light wet rubber. I cursed, shoving the lighter back. My mind raced through my meager inventory. The candle. The weird white candle from the ferry ticket-taker. A low-grade Artifact with a ‘purifying’ tag I didn’t fully understand.

"Woven through it properly. Not dumped. Contextualized. She understood exactly what each piece meant and how to present it so that someone reading it without any prior knowledge comes out the other end understanding completely what Whitfield built and how long he built it and who paid the price for it." "Patricia Sears is named," Dante said. "Yes. Her choice." Sienna paused. "She sounds brave in the piece. She is brave in the piece. Adrienne made sure of that." A brief silence on the line. "The federal contact called Vincent at five forty-five," Dante said. "Before the piece published. He had been briefed last night. He says the timing with the investigation is ideal. The publication adds pr

The black ink vanished, leaving nothing but white light behind. "No! My story! My perfect ending!" the Author shrieked. He tried to write in his book with his other hand, but I grabbed his wrist. The purple fire in my veins flowed into the eraser, making it glow even brighter. I pressed the silver edge against the leather-bound book. "Delete," I hissed. The book exploded into white dust.

What drama of white fire? But my eyes just widened as the fire touched the orcs and immediately everything the fire passed through turned to ashes. Holyshit, is white fire like this? More intense than blue fire? This Fyro is scary. "But he cannot continue that long in a war. It takes a lot of energy for a welches sprite to produce white fire. He can only produce it once and the replacement is waiting ten years for him to produce white fire again." Angel Grace explained to me. Even so, I still can't help but admire Fyro. Why are they so dangerous? Because apart from their bloodlust, because of this ability? All the living orcs and giants that were standing were reduced to ashes. They are like

But of course, we ran into a few hiccups while video calling at home. For example, we nearly got discovered by his mom. "Are you done with your homework, or are you reading comics again?" I looked at him in the video and saw that he was staring off into space. Upon closer inspection, there was an open comic book lying on the table next to him. However, when I yelled at him, Austin immediately whipped his head around and buried his nose into the revision books again. A short while later, he peeked at me again and gave me the saddest puppy-dog eyes.

Soon, I got my answer. In order to get proof about him and Joy as soon as possible, I asked Philip to buy dozens of discreet pinhole cameras so that I could put them in various corners of the house. After days of pretending to be a good husband, Jeremy finally revealed his true colors one night. In the footage, I saw Jeremy sitting on the sofa with a dark expression. “When are you going to get that insurance contract ready? I’m already prepared and can execute the plan whenever I want.” “Patience. You can’t get anything done if you’re impatient, understand? We have to make this perfect, or we’ll get into trouble.”

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t

She screamed as a hot white flame burst out from her hands and slammed the creature. The vampire shrieked in agony and dropped Balak. Its skin hissed as the white fire consumed it, but to Vera’s dismay, the white fire died as if imbued in water. The man screeched again, and this time, the burnt skin started healing.