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I can’t focus on anything but getting her where I want her. I open the door and let Rose walk through. My bedroom is a lot like my office—blacks and reds everywhere. The carpet is a thick black shag that is soft enough to sleep on. The walls are draped in blood red fabric, and a four-poster bed is in the middle of the room, covered in the same material. Hidden in each post of the bed is a range of harnessing devices and accoutrements. Above the bed is a giant mirror surrounded by a black metallic frame. The only light in the room comes from the dimmed chandelier hanging above us. The windows on the back wall are blacked out, keeping hidden the lights from the bustling city below.

Others flew alone. Below, wolves raced through the forest while humans and vampires formed lines from the river to the flames. But the fire was wrong. Emmy knew that immediately. Normal fire didn’t move against the wind. This did. It crawled. It chose. Flames ignored the wooden beams and stone walls whenever there were no records nearby. Instead, they curled around shelves, consuming parchment, leather books, carved genealogy tablets, and painted family trees. It was hunting history. “Ignis!” His dragon head turned slightly.

Micha nodded in understanding and we continued searching through thousands of ancient books. Then we saw it. Another book—this one titled: "WARS OF THE REALMS." We looked at each other, excited. But we braced ourselves, afraid it would be blank like the first. I opened it— And the book didn't open. The cover was iron mixed with wood, heavy and old. I tried again. Nothing. Micha suggested we burn it. Maybe melting the metal would open it. So we threw it in the fire. Nothing. Not a scratch.

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

A fire is crackling there, fighting the damp chill of the sea air. I throw the box in. It lands on the logs. The white cardboard begins to brown. The tissue paper curls. Then the lace catches. It doesn't burn like normal fabric. It flares. Green and blue flames lick up the chimney. The smell of burning chemicals fills the room, sharp and acrid, choking out the smell of old books. Ciro coughs, covering his mouth with his arm. I don't move. I watch it burn. I watch the white turn to black ash.

“Are you ok?” “Nightly dreams. It’s the purpose of the box. Keeping the flames contained.” Ember shrugged her shoulders. Sitting on the bed she began slipping on her shoes. Watching her move was distracting him. Shaking his head, he looked at the box. Getting his first look at the inside and he felt anger bubble up. Scorch marks covered the whole interior. There was no pillow or cushion. Just an empty, cold interior that didn’t look like it should fit the gorgeous woman calmly sitting in front of him. Forgetting to approach the subject delicately with his emotions getting the best of him.

The scientists predicted that the temperature would soon soar to 113 degrees Fahrenheit, the maximum heat humans could endure. My family received the vital supplies I had already ordered via the Internet, but they chose to leave me gagged and bound on the balcony on the first day of the pyro-calypse.

There truly was no simple approach to this. By its name, the Blazing Battle Force appeared to be of the fire characteristic. Lorist had no chance of affirming the sort, be that as it may, as the hand duplicate he had just had the name on the cover and bounced directly into the hexagram dissemination outlines for the Bronze and Iron positions, not containing any slight bit of extra data whatsoever. Along these lines, he spent a little fortune and acquired a mid-positioned fire characteristic Scorching Flame Battle Force procedure. It is said that one could arrive at the pinnacle of the Silver position with it. Be that as it may, when Lorist opened the page, he was astounded.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

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?