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Until the bedroom of Cal Steele was engulfed in flames, shining with fire in every corner and every inch. Giro, who could barely summon an ember yet can still remain unharmed around the brutality of the flames, gave Cal a middle finger. But Ansel…he did not so much as flinch as he wrapped his body around Sasha. As if he himself was made of fire and embers, smoke and flames. He is The Firestarter. And today, he just proved to the so-called Alpha Cal that he is more than that—that he is the King of Fire, whose very blood burns with ravishing flames.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

I said coldly with an emotionless face "Bu-" I cut him off "I don't want talk about this anymore Sammy ,so lets just drop it " I meant that cause I was already pissed off "Okay " he said defeated and I just glared at him before pouring myself a full glass of whiskey and gulped it all in one go avoiding the burns I was feeling at the back of my throat ... STILL TO CONTINUE>>

She looked at the red flame on the next pedestal—and for the first time, her Ember Heart didn’t react. It didn’t flare. It didn’t feel. And that terrified her. --- Irsi Smiles In the mire, Irsi retracted her tongues and slinked away. Behind her, the memory-stone fizzled to ash. The spark was gone. Not erased. Just… twisted. Now, Emma would walk into the Flame of Rage without knowing why she burned. And Irsi would watch it consume her. --- End of Chapter Some warriors break from wounds. Some fall to betrayal.

A fox man releases thy soul of the red flame royalties, a lone man releases thy soul of the black flame royalty and the green flame royalty releases thy soul of the once beholder of thy flames. Niffa was confused, furrowed, and felt a little longing to seek more. The book’s context was perplexing and too old from the way it was written and the way the writer tells. Rico was confused as well, he knew that the green flame holder was Niffa, but what about the once beholder that the book is talking about? They continued reading the next page, it says,

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

I said, “you’ll have to earn it even harder. And I’ll make you beg longer.” I left her there on the desk dress ruined, thighs wet and shaking, the evidence of what I’d done to her cooling on the wood, and walked out of the library with the taste of her still thick on my tongue and the knowledge that I had just made my worst enemy come so hard she squirted twice on my family’s antique desk. I had never felt more victorious. I had never wanted a rematch more.

No one should be made to feel inferior or afraid. “Oh s**t!” Taylor exclaims to my left, I turn my head to look at him thinking something is finally happening. But Onyx is looking at me, his wolf eyes wide. “What?!” I start looking around trying to figure out what put that look on his face. “You’re on f**king fire, Ellinore!” He yells at me through the link. “Oh, damn!” I hear from my right and can only assume Damien saw me too. “Sweet! Flame on f**kers, Come and get me!” I can feel the flames licking my fur and the warmth is radiating all over me, but it’s not painful, I’m actually enjoying the fire burning like adrenaline through my body.

“Rory, you need to move. The flames” I didn’t hear the rest. My magic glowed like a storm breaking free, wild and uncontrolled. The ground cracked beneath me, heat rippling through the air. I could taste iron, smoke, sadness all at once. My hands trembled, light spilling from my fingers, brighter and brighter until Kael cursed and protected his eyes. “Rory, stop!” he shouted. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Let it burn. Let everything burn.

(Caelum Ashborne) Slowly, carefully, he opened his hand. The ember bloomed instantly—not weak, not hesitant, but tight and furious, a compressed coil of gold-deep flame that snapped and writhed above his palm as if angered by restraint. It burned hotter than anything he had called before, its colour rich and layered, streaked with pale light that caught his breath. It lit the scar-channel like a small altar, turning black stone to glass. The wind tried to steal it. The flame clung anyway, stubborn as blood.