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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.

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I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

I got burned once before, and I am not planning on getting burned again. I am busy paying for my purchases when none other than Sienna walks into the boutique. Why do I always have to run into her? It feels like she is following me. She looks already pissed off as she walks in and she has not even seen me yet. As I'm about to take the card that Damon gave me, she looks at me. I see a bitter smirk forming around her lips. I sigh. I know she is going to have something to say about me using Damon's card for my personal purchases.

Freya stepped toward it. The Emberbound moved instantly, blocking her path. Vexa barked a word, and they froze—but didn’t lower their blades. “You do not touch the First Flame,” she said. “I don’t want to,” Freya replied. “But I need to speak to it.” “It is not a priest. It is not a prophet. It is the forge of all your lies. You are not strong enough to bear its truth.” “She doesn’t have to be,” I said, stepping forward. “We’ll carry it with her.”

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

Syra spoke softly, watching me closely. I closed my eyes briefly. “There was so much occuring when I reached Gabe’s lands,” I explained, opening my eyes to look at her. Syra gave me an understanding look before speaking. “The Sacred Flame is a powerful force that resides inside of you, Evelina. It cannot be commanded or summoned at will. It emerges when your heart is filled with the purest love and the deepest compassion for those around you. Only then can it be unleashed in its full glory. It’s a flame born from your emotions and fueled by your will to protect,” Syra explained seriously.