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My thumb caressed the silky skin of her cheek. “Let’s get a handle of this, and then we’ll give you what you desire,” I promised her. ***** IMEELA Damn my mates for having the uncanny ability to torment me, turn me on, and make me want to combust without even being touched by those talented hands. Instead of focusing on my throbbing pussy, I turned my attention to using the flames. Thankfully, the key to accessing the flames was my blood. All I had to do was pierce my skin. It was like flipping a switch on. The incredible warmth of utilizing them filled my entire body with an intense heat, but it was comforting instead of panic-inducing.

Merely watching her enjoy the place, gives him more than the joy he is expecting to feel. Maddie stopped a few inches away from the fountain in fear that she might get burned. Although it looks like a real flame, it doesn't feel hot even when Maddie is already near it. She even raised her hands to feel the heat but she felt nothing. She was about to touch the flame to see if it is even real but Theo stopped her hand.

“What did she say?” Kira took a deep breath to steady herself before launching into her explanation. “The silver flame is called the Fire of Death,” she began, her voice calm but tense. “It’s said to be summoned by certain supernatural beings who want to shed their physical form. It’s not a natural flame; it’s created from their own power. The flames burn hotter than anything normal and are as intense as the strength of the being who summons them.” The room went still as her words sank in. Caitlyn felt a cold shiver run down her spine, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. She glanced at Matt and Theo, their jaws tight with the memory of seeing Charlotte consumed by those very flames.

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."

I know he's doing it for show because he already looked for that prophecy in his own library and told me how he one hundred percent believes that's me, "I must admit... this makes more sense to me. When the rogues trespassed my pack, Ivy believed they were going to take her and our son. She wanted nothing more than to protect him, and that is the only time I've seen her create such a huge fire. Other than that, she can produce the small flame River talked about." "Yes, this," I say and lift my hand, producing Baby Flame. I don't miss the way everyone jumps, "It's like my child. If I tell him not to burn you, it won't. Look... Alpha Winston, try it. Touch it. It won't burn." Nobody believes m

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

Ecstatic, I jumped up in excitement to look at Kelvin but it was the same time that everything went up into flames. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the ground, throwing me off my feet.

This time, I allowed myself to fully embrace the power coursing through my veins, feeling it surge forth like a raging inferno. "Ignis!" I cried out, my voice trembling with determination. And then, in a burst of brilliance, the fabric erupted into flames, dancing with a fierce intensity that illuminated the room. My heart swelled with pride as I watched the fire consume the fabric, and then the next paper, leaving nothing but a smoldering heap in its wake. But my triumph was short-lived as the flames, fueled by an untamed power, began to spread.

The swords and spears in their hands shake with their fear that oozes off them in waves. I close my eyes, enjoying the fact that they are scared of me and what I am going to do them. I summon the flame that is boiling somewhere in the center of my chest. I feel the warmth of it in my veins as it flows out of me and into the lam of my hands. I open my eyes and they are already retreating and shouting, trying to warn others of the destruction that awaits them. The fire steadily flows out of my hand in liquid motions and goes spreading out, wrapping itself around the guards and setting them all on fire.