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he says with a smile. "Yes," I respond. For some reason, the fairies have been inserting pieces of Braxius's memories into his future generations. Fucking fairies! Brixtius pulls me into his body and kisses me deeply. The kiss is like an eternity, and it is like a second. But either way, the pyroclastic cloud hits us, and there is nothing after that. The End.... For Now.

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.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!

The Heartfire still burned at its center, and within it, she sometimes saw shapes — Lyra’s laughter, Kaenor’s gaze, the shadow of Arianne singing by the river. They never spoke aloud, but she felt them watching. Guiding. She would sit by the flame for hours, writing softly in an old book — her memories, her doubts, her hopes. On the cover, she carved one word: Remembrance. That book would later become the first text of the new world — not a scripture, but a conversation. --- The Golden Horizon Years passed.

Chapter 23: The Truth about Him Faith’s P.O.V “Here you go,” David pointed out to the isle that had all the books related to disaster management. “Try the books written by Heather Shaw and Kane Westwick, so far they are the most helpful ones you’ll find on the subject.” “Thank you so much, David,” I told him gratefully. “I’d be totally lost if you didn’t help me out here. This place is massive!”

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

“It isn’t.” The air around us shifted. Not like magic. Like something opening its eyes. Fia suddenly gasped, clutching her head. “It’s getting louder!” Finn grabbed her. “Fia, look at me. What’s happening?” “I see…” She swallowed hard. “I see fire. Cities burning. Wolves killing each other. The sky breaking apart.” Chase frowned. “That’s just the war…….” “No,” she whispered. “This is worse. This is after.”

"'I call thee beloved one to come towards me, yearn for me, crave me, and to love me more than anyone." My feet had started to lift up inches from the ground, and all I could see was fire, fire, and more fire as I threw the two larks into the eye and heart of it. "Fourteen times I have pierced my heart, seven times she has burnt this lark, and now you feel the magic start as I throw the poor creature down the blazing hearth and it comes back flying alive." By now, my whole body was raging with fire, and my veins were drowned in a mortifying heat as I stood high in the sky above everything else, but the stars, in a ball of seething flames; but I was feeling nothing but alive as the larks I th