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You were my lighthouse, Now I wander like chaos, I am so lost without you, Please shower me with your light. Been following you like a shadow Touching you like a smoke Leaving without a trail. But can we be the stone and the letters? I wanna imprint my love on your body, Making it last for years. ....................................................................... Please vote and comment and enjoy reading -T

Regina must bring the heat…the flame. Clint pulled back. “If you don't want to, it is fine.” I bite my lip. “I want to, but it feels different.” He smiles as he rests his forehead on mine, “Oh that. It will slightly because our dragons amplify our emotions as well as project theirs through us.”

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

My flames stuttered. “Get back!” I shouted. But it was too late. The figure moved. And from its chest poured **shadows**. They formed into wolves—not solid, not spirit, something between. And they came at us. The fight was chaos. Kael shifted mid-lunge, claws tearing into the shadow beasts. They didn’t bleed. Didn’t howl. They just absorbed each strike, then reformed. Lira hurled runes into the air, creating shields of light. One broke against a beast’s teeth. Another split one in half—but even then, it started to grow again.

She gritted her teeth, exerted tremendous force to lift the upper half of my body, and dragged me out of the laboratory step by step. The scorching air roasted our skin. Even a handful of Serena's hair had been seared, the end of those burnt strands glowing faintly. Despite that, Serena didn't seem to be in pain while dragging me ahead. Conflicted emotions stirred in my chest as I peered at her side profile, which had been stained with ash. I struggled to raise my hand and look at my watch. There wasn't much time left. We would die here if we didn't leave now.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

He really couldn't get over what was happening to him. Alex turned to Liam. It seemed that his partner for the night had reached the limit of his courage. "Liam, don't panic. I'm going to switch on my torch," Alex whispered as his high-powered flashlight lit up the room. As the light flickered on, what they saw left them speechless. In front of them were horrible shadows that looked like human figures, but without faces. The sound of hissing and eerie laughter filled the room. "Are those things, ghosts? But why I feel nothing! It's not like the ghosts I'm used to seeing?" Alex continued to watch the creature in front of him and Liam.

Jets of flame would erupt unexpectedly from the walls and floor, and molten lava would cascade from above like deadly waterfalls. Allan’s shadow manipulation proved indispensable here. He created shadow pathways, allowing the group to traverse the traps safely. His shadows absorbed the heat and provided a cool respite in the sweltering environment. Meanwhile, Elara continued to manipulate the flames, guiding them away from their path and quelling any fire-based threats they encountered.

They moved like shadows. “What are those?” I asked. “Fire shades,” Vera said. “Creatures that live in flame. I told you—Silas doesn’t fight alone.” The shades moved closer. One of them hissed and jumped at Dickson. He punched it hard, but his fist went through smoke. “What the hell?!” “They aren’t solid,” Rosa said. “Normal weapons won’t work.” “So what do we do?” Lycan asked. Vera looked at me. “We need the flame again.”