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Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

I hold my arms to my sides and call to the flames. The flames seemingly turn in my direction, and I brace myself, preparing for the flames to hit me in the chest. The icy pain of the flames hits me in the chest. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the pain until the flames from the buildings begin to extinguish around me. I open my eyes and breathe in a sigh of relief. The fire is almost gone. I call out one last time for the flames to come to me, and they do. The remaining flames hit me in the chest with such force that it causes me to drop to my knees. I turn around, look at the fading figure, and offer her a smile.

But… again the fire she ignited turned into a fireball that started in his stomach was now creeping into every inch of his body. ------------ Author's notes: What do you think of the chapter? Another snu-snu or go with the flow? comment down.

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Veins of Fire Chapter 2 Pyroth carried Elias across the throne room without any effort. The demon body felt like a furnace against his skin. Elias legs wrapped around the wide waist on instinct. His spent cock rested against the hard ridges of Pyroths stomach. Every step made it rub and sent fresh sparks through him. The demon sat down on the wide stone throne and kept Elias straddled over his lap. The heat from the stone mixed with the heat from the demon skin until Elias felt surrounded by fire.

I say through gritted teeth. Good thing, Brixtius's house is rich enough to import ice that was already set out on the table. I had the foresight to grab a handful of ice out of the cup and place it immediately on my first-degree burns, forming on my lap. That was only the beginning of my torment from Corina. The next course came out. A different servant was carrying a tray of little salad dishes, and my salad was literally tossed onto my head. The room was silent except for the apologies bumbling out the servant's mouth.

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be

From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth. I was surprised because it was the same word as Sushi. So I turned to Sushi now who was still small and didn't even look at me. He was looking at Faris as if he was waiting for what was going to happen. I looked back at Faris because suddenly there was a big groove where he was standing. We were all alert. I saw that the lava boiled and gradually they floated as if alive. Faris reached for a piece of lava and I winced when I heard a sound that sounded like metal coming from a burning fire and placed it in water. If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

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.