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she whispered, not trusting her voice to hide the fact that her heart was breaking. His eyes opened. “Damn you. You have no right to act injured. You left me! You’re the one who walked away.” His voice rose into a snarl. “Don’t expect to return to my life as if all that time hasn’t passed. I’m not the same male.” “I know that.” The front door opened and Flame peered in. “Is everything okay?” “Get out,” Moon ordered. “We’re having an argument. She’ll scream for you if she needs assistance. I’m fully aware of who I am and not losing it again. Stay outside at your post and stop interfering.”

Midnight’s strength combined with mine, and with one silent command, I unleashed the flames. A brilliant green fire erupted from my palms, searing up his limbs and enveloping him in seconds. He released me with a howl, thrashing and stumbling backward as he was consumed by the unearthly flames. I pushed myself to my feet, stepping back and watching as he tried desperately to roll in the snow, to smother the flames. But I knew these were no ordinary flames. They wouldn’t extinguish until they’d burned through his arrogance, his cruelty, and every last shred of his confidence.

This flame ranked seventh on the list, and everyone yearned for it. The Smith Guild was very proud of this flame, and any weapons forged by this flame were even more powerful than usual. This made the flame more famous. Delia recognized Philip’s flame as the number one divine fire, Frosty Flame! What kind of person could possess that terrifying flame? As far as Delia knew, only three people in the world had obtained the flames on the ranking list. The other two were ranked below her. She found it unbelievable to see the number one divine fire today.

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."

Flame shoves the phone towards Samuel and he frowns, studying the pictures. "It doesn't say… it just says to be ready for the signal… uh… this one says they will move soon against the Luna who places herself as Queen, that's obviously you… fuck, that's it so far, where the fuck are they?" He throws the phone violently against the wall, where it shatters but nobody moves to collect the pieces. "Let me go out there and look, I could end this today if I find them." "Who else was working for Eligor?" Flame asks, ignoring his request.

And then they sang—not a war song, not a victory chant, but the old lullaby once sung to new Flamekeepers: “Let the spark become the flame, Let the flame become the path, Let the path become the story— That no shadow can outlast.” As the final notes faded into the wind, Serena looked at the flame once more. And the flame… smiled.

“Come with us, flame. Now.” They shattered me a third time, Zephyr burying deep and spilling hot inside me with a broken groan, his hips jerking as he flooded my pussy. Kalyx followed seconds later, aiming for my open mouth, his release hitting my tongue in salty bursts that I swallowed greedily, the rest streaking my chin and chest.

Flames licked the side of the building, centered two floors above hers, but the smoke had already spread throughout the upper units. She coughed violently, standing on the curb, wrapped in a neighbor's blanket. Her phone buzzed. Alexander. "Where are you?" he demanded as soon as she answered. "My building. There's a fire. I'm okay." "Stay there. I'm coming." Twenty minutes later, a black sedan pulled up beside the scene. Alexander stepped out, his coat half-buttoned, eyes scanning the crowd until he found her. Relief flooded his face. "Come on," he said, wrapping his coat around her shoulders. "You're staying with me tonight."

He moved closer, “I just… need you to know. If this doesn’t go the way we plan, if I lose myself again. I want you to know, I am grateful for you. For seeing the light in all my darkness and for not being afraid of either of them.” He paused, looking at me. His gray eyes like storm clouds rolling in. “You are the line, Flame,” he murmured. “Between the part of me that was her weapon… and the part of me that wants to be more.” My breath caught. He reached out, slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing

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