Flame Of Love Hail Mary 소설 & 이야기

Her orange hair started to glow again, and white steam rose out of her body. Ezekiel moved his lips away from hers, then said softly, staring into her glowing orange eyes, “I love you too.” Herculia smiled softly, her face turning red with embarrassment. Mary stood beside Melody, close to a window in the building. They stared at the night sky as the clouds turned red. The atmosphere was filled with ash, and the buildings around had begun burning. “I’m sorry, Melody. We didn't get the ending we expected, so we might not be able to be together after this,” Mary said softly, turning to the ground.

I watched the pyre flare and smoke, catch in a rainbow of flames as my egos joined me, my maji power feeding the heat until a trail of sparkling embers rose into the uncaring night. Taking my dead husband, Liam, away from me. ***

Mary argued, her head bowed low, oblivious of the hard gaze her husband now had in his eyes “Really, I ought to?” Jared muttered dangerously, his tolerance completely blown up Mary failed to read the tone, she pressed on her point wanting to make good use of the opportunity” Yes, I am your wife also, I am now the second person to your soul, you ought to love me as equally as you love Evangeline, i…..” Jared did not let her finish her words when he slammed her hard against the carriage chair, her slender hands held tightly with one hand

she whispered. “It can’t.” “The Flame can kill gods.” “Even so, it could not erase you.” Elaine looked at me with wet eyes. “Make love to me.” I closed my eyes for one second. “Are you sure?” “Yes. I don’t want to prove anything. I want you.” That difference mattered. I carried her to the center of the bed, but she pulled me down before I could turn the moment into a ceremony. Her laughter touched my mouth. Our clothes disappeared slowly, with questions between kisses and hands guiding hands.

A scent rose—sage, cedar, something clean. Then Mara looked toward Haley. Not sharp. Not testing. Inviting. “Luna,” Mara said simply. One word. No Princess. No qualifiers. Just recognition. Haley’s breath caught. She didn’t move immediately. Adam didn’t push. Didn’t guide. He waited. Haley stepped forward slowly. She felt the eyes on her—not hungry, not measuring. Steady. She approached the fire. Mara offered the bowl without ceremony. Haley took it with both hands.

Syra spoke softly, watching me closely. I closed my eyes briefly. “There was so much occuring when I reached Gabe’s lands,” I explained, opening my eyes to look at her. Syra gave me an understanding look before speaking. “The Sacred Flame is a powerful force that resides inside of you, Evelina. It cannot be commanded or summoned at will. It emerges when your heart is filled with the purest love and the deepest compassion for those around you. Only then can it be unleashed in its full glory. It’s a flame born from your emotions and fueled by your will to protect,” Syra explained seriously.

They locked eyes amidst the rain and thunder, Mariah silently pledged her unwavering support on the uncertain path ahead. As the rain continued to pour, Mariah's voice, filled with sincerity and love, broke through the thunderous backdrop. She whispered to Adam, "Adam, I'm here for you. I'm here, always. I love you, no matter what." Adam, his heart heavy with grief and anger, turned towards Mariah, his eyes filled with tears. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight, heartfelt embrace. Amidst the relentless rain and the tumultuous storm around them, they clung to each other.

And God help whoever thinks they can burn me twice. Laura I’ve been staring at the same sentence in this damn book for twenty minutes. Something about love and destiny. I laugh quietly to myself. Oh, seems like destiny’s got a sick sense of humor. My mind has been in a tailspin. I guess I kind of push aside but when I heard that Damien was around, it's okay rushing back. Especially my discussion with Alec. The Miami sun spilled through the glass walls, golden and warm, but it could touch the cold that’s taken root inside me.

Channing lifted my veil and leaned in for a kiss. "Ms. Selkirk, do you take Mr. Mobrey as your lawful husband?" I smiled and nodded. "Yes, I do—" The doors burst open with a loud bang, startling all the guests. "I object!"

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."