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My words did nothing but enrage him further, and he started to run towards me, hands outstretched ready to place them around my neck. But, before he could reach me, the familiar sounds of large wings flapping in the air met my ears. Fallon and I both looked up, Thale’s red dragon suspended above us. He exhaled flames in Fallon’s direction, although missing him so as to make sure I was not caught in the cross-fire. I needed to get further away.

With my head resting on his chest just under his chin my eyelids grow heavy and I drift off to sleep. I'm in darkness, it's damp and it's cold. I'm alone and there is no one coming for me. Suddenly, there he is. It's Jason. My hair starts to glow red with desire and my eyes a flaming white. Just before I reach him a ton of cold, dark water is dumped on me. The breath is sucked out of me and my fire extinguished and Jason is nowhere to be seen.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

It unfolded into wings that stretched wide, a phoenix of fire rising from her body, vast and radiant, casting shadows across the stones. Her breath caught. She felt everything—the raw force, the light, the shadow—and yet she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t consumed. The fire bent, not broke. It answered her. The phoenix of flame arched its head to the sky, released a cry that split the night, and then slowly dissolved back into her. Embers drifted down like stars as the brilliance faded. Nalia collapsed to her knees, shaking, her body wrung out as if she had poured every ounce of herself into that single moment. But when she looked down, her hands were steady, the fire dancing harmlessly over her

“Well, if I’d known your guy was leaving, I’d have told you sooner. Could’ve let you know the house would be all yours. But, hey, he’s gone, and now you do have it to yourself.” He started to walk toward the door, keys in hand, then paused. “Lock up after me, okay? And blow those candles out, Sienna. You cannot keep letting them burn like that. You’re gonna burn this damn house down.” I laughed, arms crossed. “I know, but you’re supposed to let them burn out naturally. If you blow them out before they do, you lose your wishes.” He gave me that older brother look even though he's younger, half concern, half you sound like a crazy person. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Still. Whether or not, be carefu

one of the guards shouted from below. Without a second thought, I flew farther, higher—away from the walls that once held me captive. Behind me, the palace burned. Fire and ash painted the night sky. The further I flew, the quieter the world became. No more shouts, no more steel clashing, only the whisper of wind rushing past my wings. Lucian’s breathing grew rough against my grip. I clutched him tighter, unsure of where I was headed. I just knew I couldn’t stop. ---

I could flip him over and check his pockets, but I leave him where he is. "Flames going up," Nico says and tosses a burning lighter into a stream of gas. It catches fast and spreads, fire spouting all over in bursts and a dull roar as it hungrily eats the oxygen. The soldiers hurry out the door, followed by Nico and Gavino. I stand and hesitate, letting the heat twist the edges of the small hairs on my face. I want to take a deep breath and suck the burning black gas fumes into my lungs. I want to let it scar me and let the fire consume my flesh. I can burn here and now and end all this, but it's self-pitying bullshit, not real strength. Dying now won't save Fynn and it won't bring Clarissa

He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

Then—an explosion. The fire surged, twisting unnaturally, moving with purpose, as though it were alive. A wave of heat slammed into me. I turned my body, shielding the child as I rolled out of the way, the flames licking at my back. Pain flared, sharp and searing. My wolf howled in agony, but I clenched my teeth. I could heal. The child couldn’t. The fire withdrew as quickly as it had come. I forced myself to my feet, gripping the girl tightly in my arms.