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"I hear you're very proud of your Alpha bloodline. The furnace runs hot. But an Alpha should be able to take a few seconds, right?" "If you can go in there and pull the manuscript out before it's ash, it's yours." I lunged to stop her, but she had already thrown the manuscript into the flames. I didn't think. I shifted into my white wolf and threw myself into the fire. The heat hit me like a wall. It scorched through my fur. The stench of burning filled my lungs. I bit down and held on, and pulled the manuscript from the fire just before it turned to nothing.

Amelia looked down at the book and she saw the white fire she had walked into at the temple. “That’s it, that’s the white fire which was at the temple,” she exclaimed. “Just as I thought,” Cara replied. “But there’s nothing written about it,” Amelia said. The page only had the picture of the white fire on it but nothing else that could tell them what it was about. “Don’t be too sure,” Cara said. She reached out for a bottle of black ink that was on the table and poured it all over the page of the book. “What are you…” Amelia stopped talking when she saw words starting to appear out of the ink that was on the page. “Woah!” she said in awe.

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

his voice tumbles deep in my bones, I suddenly feel dehydrated. We walk into his bathroom and the lights come on automatically. He carries up and puts him on the counter. I can feel my whole body come on fire, my whole face feels hot. I shake my head so my hair can cover my tomato face. He bends to open the cabinet below and pulls out a white box which contains first aid materials.

I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

The smoke filled her lungs. “Elaina!” a voice called in her mind—not through the flames, but inside her head. She stumbled backward, coughing. Her eyes burned. I’m going to die, she thought. Here. Like this. Then— A low growl echoed through the blaze. From the corner of the room, a brilliant white wolf emerged through the fire, its golden eyes glowing with fury and panic. The flames didn’t touch him. They moved around him, as if repelled by his presence.

“Knock it off, Fly- Elijah! There are other ways!” “There really aren’t, Athena. Think back to the moment with Flynn, imagine your anger, despair, and perhaps even fear”. She halts her movements abruptly, causing my balls to hit her full force. I know she calls them fireballs, but they are actually filled with pure magic essence. They aren’t fire, but they aren’t anything else in particular either. It responds to the surface it hits. She turns around to face me whilst my balls are still shooting, and I cringe knowing my last ones are going to hit her square in the face. It’s going to be brutal.

Show him what we are. I spread my fingers and called the fire. Heat licked across my palms, then bloomed outward into a dancing flame; not the normal orange but silver-white, the unmistakable mark of Moonveil’s gift. The fire curled and spiraled into the night, illuminating the trees in a shimmering light without burning them. It should have burned me too, but it caressed my skin instead, warm as breath. “Lyra…” Killian’s voice cracked low in his throat, uncertain, almost fearful.

He walked over to a stack of old newspapers and set them on fire with a snap of his fingers. "Put it out. Not with water. Not with force." he said. I stared at the flames licking the wood of the shop. I didn't want to smother them; I wanted to undo the event. I reached out, feeling the heat, and instead of pushing against it, I pulled. I envisioned the fire reverting, retreating into the molecules of the paper. In a blink, the flames vanished. The paper wasn't even charred. It looked brand new, as if it had never been touched by heat.