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He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria

And in my grip— The blade whispered one final truth. "Two flames. One fate. But fire, too, must be tempered. Or it will consume the world." I didn’t know if that was a prophecy. Or a warning. But I knew the truth of it. If she were the fire… Then I would become the forge. Even if it killed me.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – Born of Flame The moment Rowan stepped into the Skyforge fire circle, the flames reacted—pulling inward, bending toward her like they recognized her. Kai followed slowly, barely managing to stay upright as another wave of heat ripped through his chest. “Rowan,” he said, voice tight with pain. “Once this starts, it can’t be undone.” Rowan didn’t waver. “Good. Then let’s finish it.” Kai exhaled shakily. He stepped inside the circle. The moment his foot crossed the boundary, the flames roared upward, sealing them both inside.

They shine. For years, I believed the fire destroyed me — burned everything I was and left only fragments behind. But now I understand: it didn’t destroy me. It forged me. I whisper to my reflection, voice sure and calm, “The fire didn’t destroy me. It forged me.” Then, with a breath that feels like rebirth, I add, “I am not the woman scarred by fire. I am the woman before it and beyond it.” A tear slips down my cheek not of pain, but release.

“They’re following us?” “No.” Kael’s voice dropped. “They’re already ahead.” A howl fractured the silence, drawn out and low—not one of summoning or warning, but mourning. Lyra’s heart pounded. “That’s from Firefang.” Kael nodded grimly. “And it’s not just a loss. It’s a betrayal.” They picked up their pace, sprinting the final slope that opened into a shallow ridge. Below, the Firefang pack’s camp sat nestled between jagged cliffs—once a stronghold of warriors, now a ruin of shattered stone and bloodstained earth.

Like a candle in the wind, my fire inside of me shivered. They had a resonant, soft, and unavoidable voice. "Why argue when the conclusion has already been written?" Life flared from the shard on the table. I let out a gasp as a hundred visions smashed into me. Cities are on fire. Falling wolves. Friends are bleeding. And in the middle of it all, me—my flames devouring everything. My knees gave way. The head of the cloaked architect cocked. "The fire was always your destiny. But tell me, child… will it be your weapon…..or mine?”

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

"It burns hotter and it can melt through almost any metal or stone. I can throw these flames at enemies, or I can use them to forge weapons in the middle of battle." As he spoke, he began to shape the fire with his other hand, molding it like it was clay instead of flame. Lynn and Liora watched in amazement as he formed the fire into the shape of a sword, complete with a detailed hilt and crossguard. Then, as they watched, the fire began to cool and harden until it became solid metal, gleaming in the light from the windows.