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The flame wasn’t just burning anymore. It was consuming everything.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

Flame said said and they nodded then began rushing out of the room The mother and the daughter got out but just when Flame was about to cross, some planks fell down, blocking the door. "F**k!" Flame cussed and made to push off the planks but the fire was too much She coughed as she looked around for an escape route but could see none. Will this really be the end for her?? Flame coughed even more as the smoke thickened more. She looked around the burning room and a smile escaped her lips If this was going to be the end for her then she'll be happy coz even if it was short, she got to experience what happiness feels like

“What did she say?” Kira took a deep breath to steady herself before launching into her explanation. “The silver flame is called the Fire of Death,” she began, her voice calm but tense. “It’s said to be summoned by certain supernatural beings who want to shed their physical form. It’s not a natural flame; it’s created from their own power. The flames burn hotter than anything normal and are as intense as the strength of the being who summons them.” The room went still as her words sank in. Caitlyn felt a cold shiver run down her spine, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. She glanced at Matt and Theo, their jaws tight with the memory of seeing Charlotte consumed by those very flames.

Interesting, beyond doubt! And yo, let me put you onto this other lit piece called "Dancing Flames" that Ayana cooked up. Picture yourself chillin' around a bonfire; the vibes are hella high as the flames flicker and dance like they have their own rhythm. The colors? Straight fire, bruh—crimson, gold, and orange poppin' off the canvas like nobody's business.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

It was a flame. Burning bright. ---

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.