Fuego En La Sangre Capítulo 21 Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes putting all her strength in her legs Help me Jayne shouted, Lucy ran up to her helping her out We have to pull this out then aim at that particular place Ok Lucy said taking one of the arrows Wait Jayne said We should do it together, Have you forgiven me yet Lucy ask Jayne frowns at her 1 2 3 Fire, a loud explosion was heard Fire ahmon shouted through mind link Everyone started firing silver poison at the burning vampires We did it Jayne shouted The fire spread faster burning them Ahmon and his soldiers stood at a distance “Ahmon motion for Arles to come forward “Check who gave the sort, is don't think it's from the soldiers Arles nodded motioning for two others soldiers

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

“Now rise, Fireborn. The next time he touches you, the flame will answer. And it will be his undoing.” I rose, slowly, steadily, the violet-blue flame dancing on my fingertips, the power thrumming through me, an unstoppable force. The scar on my aunt’s throat pulsed in resonance with my own awakened magic. The fear was still there, a faint echo, but it was overshadowed by a burning, resolute fury. The witchblood had awakened. And it craved vengeance.

I gasped, trying to breathe, but the air here was thick and heavy, like smoke. Her footsteps echoed as she walked toward me. Slow. Calm. Certain. “You cannot win this fight,” she said. “You are only delaying what is already written.” I forced myself up, shaking. My body ached. My heart pounded. “I am not giving you my life.” Her silver eyes narrowed, glowing brighter. “You will not have a choice.” She lunged. Fire burst from her hands, wrapping around me. I screamed as the heat pressed in, burning without burning, cutting through me like claws. My fire rose on instinct, meeting hers, but it was like fighting myself in a mirror that knew all my moves.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

The surrounding trees stood as silent witnesses, their branches reaching out like phantom spectators, their whispers carrying the weight of the unfolding drama. Fester, bloodied and battered, refused to succumb to the searing pain coursing through his body. His eyes burned with an unyielding fire, a testament to his unbroken spirit. Despite the odds stacked against him, he summoned every ounce of his resolve, ready to face Sangre once more. • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Chapter 21: The Fractured Flame The sky burned crimson as if the heavens themselves bled for what was unfolding. Aria moved through the chaos like a blade unsheathed. Every breath was smoke, every step slick with blood, yet her senses sharpened to a razor’s edge. The rhythm of battle should have drowned her, but underneath the clash of steel and guttural war cries, she heard something else—something darker. It slithered beneath her skin, that pulse of wrongness she had felt growing, a storm coiling just out of sight.

Mika chatted non-stop. “No. I was looking for my girlfriend and I just saw her here the other nigh—” “AHHHHHHH!!” I screamed when I accidentally cut my own hand with the knife while washing it. I heard the sudden sound of Leon standing up from his chair, but I didn’t bother to look back. I stared at my hand as bright red, thick blood flowed from the cut. Suddenly, all the memories and flashbacks from our past rushed back to me in an instant. I didn’t even realize my hands were trembling uncontrollably as the water mixed freely with my blood running down the drain.

Sweat and blood mixed on his brow, but his grip never faltered. Elena moved swiftly, covering Luca’s back, taking out threats as they came. The team fought like shadows, moving through the darkness with deadly efficiency. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the chaos. Elena’s heart stopped as she spotted Nadia fall, clutching her leg. “No!” Elena yelled, rushing to her side. Despite the pain, Nadia urged her to keep going. “Don’t stop… finish this.” ⸻ The firefight reached its crescendo as Marquez himself appeared, eyes blazing with fury. Elena locked eyes with him—this was the moment everything had been leading to.