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So those grudges and hatred really did not seem to matter anymore. Another night had passed. In the morning, Kisa woke up from the cold. The fire beside her had gone out, not even a spark left, but only a bit of residual warmth and white smoke. The firewood she had collected was all burned out, so she had to collect it again. She glanced at Gilbert across from her; he was facing the fireplace on his side, one hand under his head as a pillow, one hand casually resting on his waist. Kisa did not want to disturb him. She quietly got up to collect firewood. The lighter was next to her. She had to gather some firewood to get the fire going again, as it was the coldest time of the morning. She pou

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

We couldn't waste time so I asked a few of the alphas to go further in and start the fire whilst I placed a few more alphas in different spots to help burn it all down. Here is the link to my facebook fan page https://www.facebook.com/rishanovel/

Perse said. “He’s got more than five supernatural powers within him.” “Have you ever heard of Pyrokinesis?” Perse asked and I thought for a while. “Isn’t that the controlling of fire with mind? Or fire manipulation, something like that?” I asked and they both nodded. “He has that ability too” She whispered and a light gasp escaped my lips. “So be careful” she added and I nodded even though I didn't mean it. How dare he hurt me? He messed with the wrong girl, I’m going to have my pound of flesh, no matter what.

We had to be prepared. Theonardo pulled a lighter from his pocket, his eyes settling on the flame as he lit it, it shining brightly as the sun continued to set. He seemed to hesitate for a second, before dropping the lighter, the flame still alight. The books and photos were immediately engulfed in flames, and the smell of burning hit my nose like a ton of bricks. Theonardo took my hand, pulling me away from the growing fire as we both stood watching it. Neither one of us spoke as we watched Theonardo's memories with his best friend burn right before our eyes, the tongues of fire growing higher and higher, reaching up to the sky.

" He ignored me and flipped open the folder, handing me a stack of photos. The first image made my stomach drop. Charred walls and burned-out beams. It was caused by the kind of fire that didn't just destroy, it erased solid structures. "That's the house," Big D said, watching me closely. "Black Scorpion was inside when it happened. The fire took his family. It took his face too." My grip tightened on the photos. This meant that the photo Sofia had sent to me couldn't have been him. It must've been AI-generated or some shit. Just how close was he? Was he watching us right now? He was so different from the boy who used to sneak out with me at midnight and swear that we'd get out of the organi

She simply said: “Sometimes love means burning down the house that raised you. So you can build one of your own.” The quote went viral within hours. #HouseOnFire trended globally. And suddenly, Nova wasn’t just a survivor. She was a movement. But power, like fire, always attracts shadows. Two weeks after the exposé, Nova received a black envelope at her doorstep. No stamp. No sender. Inside: a single Polaroid. Her. Liam. Cassia. Taken at the botanical garden… days ago. Nova’s heart slammed against her ribs. Beneath the photo: a handwritten note.

She wanted to say something else, but Leonel had already gathered all the photographs from her hands. Then— Click. A lighter appeared in his fingers. Flames flickered upward. His expression remained cold and indifferent as he prepared to burn the photographs. “What are you doing?! Stop!” Navia’s pupils shrank violently. She lunged forward instinctively to stop him. After struggling briefly, she managed to snatch the photos back. “You’re burning them?!” Leonel looked down at her coldly. “What else should I do?” Then he sneered. “When I first saw you back then, I already told him you were trouble.”

I cry to Brixtius, shaking him out of his shock. "We need to warn the house first!" Brixtius runs back into the house to raise the alarm. I stare as Vesuvius keeps throwing up ash into the air, and the deadly ash has started to fall back down to the earth. It is a wondrous sight to behold, nature in all her violence and beauty fused into one. Lighting has started to streak from the enormous cloud, and I was transfixed by the designs against the now darkening sky. No sun now. Only darkness. Like a tomb. It dawns on me. I was not meant to survive Pompeii. "Fuck you, fairies!" I scream into the air.

“The fire… it was bound here. This is where it began.” Images cascaded in Evelynn’s mind: wolves forming from sparks and smoke, creatures of shadow clawing at the light, hunters bending the magic for power, and a girl—her reflection twisted in the flames—standing alone, fire blazing in her hands, facing them all. “It’s… me,” she whispered, voice shaking. “It’s always been me.” Aiden’s grip on her hand tightened. “Not just you. It’s us. You and the fire and the bond we share. That’s why it’s drawn to you. That’s why it’s hunting you. Because it knows the fire can’t be controlled without… without you.”