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Everyone seemed to be lost in thought, more confused than when I began to tell them the history of my race. “So… where is this red flame, or who uses it? Can it be any red flame?” Lance asked. “That’s what I was wondering.” Willow and Nix said in unison. “No, just a normal red flame won’t work. Not even supernatural red flames will be able to measure up to this power. This flame is given by the dragon god himself. No one knows where the red flame is though. Not even the elders know where to find it. We don’t know if it is somewhere kept secret or if a supernatural has the ability to wield the red flame. All we know is that it burns as hot as the blue flame, and combined they become even hott

All because of this sudden explosion, this weapon of mass - destruction that could only be the creation of someone Vayu damned himself for letting go earlier. Vayu clenched his fist, breaths heavy with heat. Flames gathered around his body. His face and voice distorted into monstrosity. Column of flames erupted out of Vayu, lighting up the colorless carnage before him. With a long, echoing howl, Flare Fox announced his fury, that someone would soon feel the scorching heat of his flames.

The flame got stronger like something else busted inside her. "Mingi! Stay away. Its getting out of hand" And the statement was very true as the flame around her was increasing rapidly so much so that it could start attracting attention. "She is right. Stay away or you will hurt yourself"

Kyle taunted him. "Victoria is a fucking bitch, una troia, while my true mate didn't had her first kiss, she waited for her mate instead of being a greedy slut, so don't say that she can't be confident because she can and I believe in her." Blaze said through his gritted teeth and left the restaurant, leaving his family in stupefaction. (A whore.) He sniffed to find his mate and smiled when he felt her close to the restaurant, he knew that she wouldn't leave him alone.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

Not meant to burn, but to heal. Aaron saw it and hesitated. “What—” I raised my hand. The fire flowed forward, not as a weapon but as light, wrapping around him like silk. He struggled, roaring, trying to fight it off. His flames turned wild, snapping and twisting, but they couldn’t break through. “You don’t understand!” he shouted. “If you win, everything ends! The flame dies!” I stepped closer, the light growing brighter. “No, Aaron. The flame only dies when it forgets why it burns.”

The flame did not burn. It pulsed. It not only pulsed, it existed with a sentient life of its own. It seeked for connection with any being that had an affinity to fire. It was the first flame. It was one of the first fires that burned into existence and it was as old as time itself. Winds and storms have passed and yet it flared with a silent strength and shined through time and evolution. Even when the first virus struck and civilization fell, it burned brighter than ever. The flame represented the spirit of civilization itself and for as long as great minds with brave heart existed, it would continue to burn.

I cried, and the flame shot upwards in an inferno, and there it was the unsaid emotion that was burning my flame out of control. "Kayda.?" he called as my dragon was now coming to the surface. "Kayda, push your dragon back down. Regain control, you are able to do this. You just need to find your control points." he simply said now right inside the flames with me I could see nothing but him and fire flames.

[Diana’s POV] “It eats flames?” I asked. Miya nodded. “But not just any flames. It’s young, so we must provide it with the most nutritious and sweet flames,” she said. “Flames are sweet? Flames have taste?” “Not for us, but for them,” Miya said. “So? Where can we find this sweet flame?” I asked. “Flowers,” Miya said. “Flowers? You mean nectar?” I asked. “No. The flames you get when you burn a flower.”