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He'll never reach me in time. He yells and I smile. Whatever he says, it's too late. I dive. The wind slides over my flesh and the burning sensation takes hold of me again. It builds and it feels as if my entire body is eaten by flames. The pain stops my breath. I've almost died of cancer, crossed realms, and been cast aside by a dragon. I can handle pain.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

and for a last selfish wish I prayed for peacefulness of mind before the end struck. Opening my eyes wide, I saw nothing but fire. This was nonsense, nothing I'll ever come up with is going to save this night. Savoring the rich sip of fluid fire that was now devouring me all trough and trough, I started to understand the point it was making; it was not going to stop. Never.

" Her lips were read closely and just after her words, the ground cracked open as it was seen, she channeled the flames of hell, from hell and rained it down on anything, thus everything in the forest. The yells of Hades engulfed the atmosphere. Thus, the fire burnt everything it came in contact with. After this, no one, not a soul was seen. Sight travails across as it caught one last and final scene, just as Maria's visions showed, the unknown street where she had her Foot walking across. Sight zoomed into a sheet that as seen was already printed by an unknown and tagged as "Missing!" Embodying the people, John, Khloe, Maria and Butt. Lights Fade BORN BY POWER CHAOS AND APOCALYPSE CHAPTER 3

I wanted to freeze the flames and stop the fire and save myself. But I could not control it. The ice was too strong and the rage was too bright and the fear was too sharp. If I let it out I would hurt someone. I would hurt everyone. I would reveal myself to the wolves and the council and the world. I pressed my hands to my chest and tried to push the magic down. The fire spread and the smoke filled my lungs and the heat burned my skin. The flashbacks came without warning. I was seven years old and the flames were high and the smoke was thick and the screams were loud. My mother was beside me and her hands were on my shoulders and her voice was urgent.

A flame. “Don’t—” Orion had lunged forward, but it was too late. My foot touched the carved sigil in the center. The ground ignited in a ring of violet fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of recognition. Something inside me cracked wide open. My blood roared like a storm; my skin shimmered with the same strange black fire that danced in Orion’s veins. He caught me, his hands around my wrists, anchoring me. And then… something shifted. The fire spiraled between us, pulling us together in twin coils of energy, shadows and embers entwining like a heartbeat trying to sync. A rush of heat and shadow surged between us. My knees buckled. My vision blurred.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

He reached through the storm, and the fire bent toward his hand as though eager to kneel. “You are mine, Vaelira,” he said. His voice was thunder across the world. “You always have been.” Her chest cracked. Her tears burned hot, blistering her cheeks. “No—” she choked, defiance splitting her throat. “I am not—” But the word never made it out. The shadows closed around her neck, choking the sound before it could live. And then the fire consumed her. Malick’s POV One moment she was there. Crying, shaking, reaching for him.

she replied cautiously. Images flashed, faces of men and women across centuries, their eyes hollow, their bodies crumbling as Naviah’s power consumed them. “But you,” Naviah whispered, her voice curling like smoke. "You are different." “Why?” "Because you have lost everything. And still, you rise. You do not fear the fire. You are the fire." Evelyn’s tears burned hot. “I couldn’t save Sophia.” "You couldn’t. But you will save Brina. You will burn Adrian’s kingdom to ash. And you will not do it alone."