Fuego En La Sangre Capítulo 21 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Qin Menghui asked in hostility as he kept his map into his storage ring. Feeling that something was off, the scholar youth slowly looked at himself and saw the fire burning at his neck. No, It’s actually burned on his blood, like his blood as fuel for the fire to burn it. The blood from the youth's neck was burning like oil, the black blood began to seep out of the deep wound on his neck adding more fuel to the burning flame. The youth touches his blood before letting out a mad laugh while touching his head. “Ah HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! AAAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!”

Their eyes revealed their doubt, and Pathfinder’s smile widened upon reading the meaning of their glares. “What? It isn’t like if you ask me, I would give you an answer.” Pathfinder chuckled and clenched his axe even tighter. His eyes glowed brightly as Rigor suddenly caught fire. The fire was red like Pathfinder’s eyes, showing that it was the power of blood. “Now then, I shall carve my path of vengeance through you lot today. Come now, I haven’t got all day.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Or you can watch everything you love burn.” Maya’s chest ached. She had seconds to decide. But before she could speak— The walls exploded. Gunfire erupted. And through the smoke— Zane Moretti stepped in. Covered in blood. Eyes wild. A devil, come for vengeance. Maya’s breath shattered. Zane’s voice was cold. “Touch her — and die screaming.” --- The walls burned. Gunfire shattered the air.

The room stopped tilting and locked into place. The barrier cracked behind us. A hard pop, then a long spider line that split the air. The Dark Passengers surged. Red eyes. Hooked hands. That crawling, hungry sound that never faded once you heard it. I did not break the kiss. I raised one hand. Fire answered. Not weak and sputtering this time. It roared up my arms and leaped from my palms. White at the core. Blue at the edges. Pure hellfire. It hit the first wave and turned them to ash. Their shrieks cut short. Bodies folded in on themselves and fell to nothing. Smoke smeared across the memory like charcoal rubbed into paper.

His burned hand stretched out, trembling with rage and desperation. The fire roared in defiance. It surged upward, a column of blood-red light, blasting the air around him. Sparks struck his skin, blistering his arm. He screamed, stumbling back, his body nearly consumed. The pack recoiled. Some shouted in horror, others in awe. The scent of burnt flesh and blood filled the chamber. But through the chaos, the fire did not relent. It leaned farther, stretching, bending—until its searing glow licked dangerously close to me.

“This is about them seeing who you belong to.” They stepped into the hall again. The firelight painted the marble red, shadows moving like demons. Gabriel fought near the center, wild and ruthless, his laugh dark as he shot a man who came too close. Ferrero still hadn’t moved. His cigar glowed in the flames, his smile sharp. His men closed around him, forming a shield of bodies. “Elena!” Ferrero’s voice cut through the chaos, harsh and cold. “Come here. Stand by your blood.”

The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine. My breath caught, my body poised on the edge of surrender. This was more than a trial—it was a crucible, a reckoning. The shard thrummed in my chest, ready to either crown me or consume me. But as I raised my foot toward the circle of fire, one thought cut deeper than all the rest—when the flames closed in, would they honor Selena Cross… or awaken Ashara once and for all?

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And in the midst of it, I felt the bond take hold, the first thread of something weaving its way through my blood, binding me to the moon, to the wolf, to destiny. The air exploded in silver light. The last thing I saw before the world blurred was Rowan lowering the bowl, his expression grim, as though he could already see the next step waiting. And then… The burning reached my heart. I gasped. Everything went white. A searing, liquid heat surged up my arm, blinding in its intensity. It felt as though the moon itself had set fire to my blood.