Novel & Cerita Iron Flame Extra Chapters

I waited for the fire to scorch me to crisp, but it was as if a barrier was built between me and the fire. I parted one eye open, and saw Iris in front of me, her back against me, hair floating like wings in the cloud. She raised her right hand against the flames, feet parted shoulder-width. Only the heat brushed past my face, while she withstood the flames without a singe on her hair. What is this girl,anyway? What other surprises does she have under her bushel?

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

The second wave began to burn. White flames, cold as winter, spread across the clearing. They moved with purpose, seeking out the rogues who'd helped capture me. The ones who'd planned to kill my family. "No!" one screamed as the flames touched him. He froze solid, ice replacing flesh in seconds. Others tried to run. The flames were faster as they fell one by one, their screams cutting off as cold fire consumed them. "Stop!" Aldric Riven shouted. "Please! We surrender!" "You don't get to surrender," I said, my voice echoing with Luna's power. "You don't get to plan my family's execution and then beg for mercy when it fails."

I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

I sent chapter 97 incorrectly; I sent a chapter from another story, but I've already corrected it. I just need my editor to approve the change. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Glenfinnan Castle is on fire. I feel the heat before I even see the flames. The air is hot, thick, and heavy with smoke. The smell of burning wood, gunpowder, and blood mixes in a way that makes me nauseous. I'm in the middle of the main hall, still with one handcuff loose on my wrist, my entire body aching. My shoulder throbs where Richard's bullet grazed me. There's blood on my hands—I can't tell how much is mine.

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Only me, my mother, my grandmother, and Ivy remain. “Augh!” I groan, still pretending to be in pain, even though the flames on my bare skin felt really, really nice. “Viktor! Send all available help to Fitz Hospital!” my mother screams into her phone, “The omega is here… of course, that one…. she’s lost her mind and burned Remington… yes, he is alive…” “I barely singed him,” Ivy scoffs, stalking toward Grandmother’s wheelchair with a flame dancing in her hand, “I can control my fire down to the molecule. I just wanted him to feel the burn his deception caused my poor, broken heart!”

His burned hand stretched out, trembling with rage and desperation. The fire roared in defiance. It surged upward, a column of blood-red light, blasting the air around him. Sparks struck his skin, blistering his arm. He screamed, stumbling back, his body nearly consumed. The pack recoiled. Some shouted in horror, others in awe. The scent of burnt flesh and blood filled the chamber. But through the chaos, the fire did not relent. It leaned farther, stretching, bending—until its searing glow licked dangerously close to me.

He reached through the storm, and the fire bent toward his hand as though eager to kneel. “You are mine, Vaelira,” he said. His voice was thunder across the world. “You always have been.” Her chest cracked. Her tears burned hot, blistering her cheeks. “No—” she choked, defiance splitting her throat. “I am not—” But the word never made it out. The shadows closed around her neck, choking the sound before it could live. And then the fire consumed her. Malick’s POV One moment she was there. Crying, shaking, reaching for him.