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Heat coiled again, sharper this time, but she held it, guiding it inward instead of letting it surge. Control was no longer denial. It was choice. She looked out over the waking city, crown steady, body alive, the Axis listening to every breath she took. “Then we learn the rules,” she said. “Before someone else does.” The wind shifted, carrying frost and ash across the balcony. Somewhere beyond the horizon, unseen eyes sharpened with renewed interest. The queen did not notice them. She was too busy learning how to hold fire without letting it burn her alive. And the Axis, ancient and patient, waited to see whether she would master the thing that had always undone rulers before her—

I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I could only whimper, my face buried in the pillow. Finally, the fingers withdrew, leaving behind a raw, burning sensation. Then I felt it, Rylan’s cock, pressing against my entrance. It was massive, a blunt, unyielding force. He pushed, slowly at first, then with more determination. The pain was excruciating, a tearing, ripping sensation that made me cry out, a strangled sound that was half sob, half scream. It felt like he was splitting me in two, and my ass was burning... stretching... tearing...

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Said Eira, panting heavily as she held Calypso in one hand. Pete on his hand, had the dude arm wrapped around his neck as he aided him to walk. "What happened"? His heart clenched on hearing Eira. Thus he gasped as his eyes widened. "This place will be on fire any time soon." "Larva is melting everything!" Eira detailed. "The book!" Calypso mumbled, thus, catching the attention of them both. Part of the play items sank into the ground as the flame engulfed them. "The book!" She said again with a weaker tone this time before coughing. Pete had a reoccurring vision of a book he saw as he glanced around the room while handling the guy they found to be a suspect of something perhaps.

“You think this is a game?” “I think I know how to light a match.” He takes one more step. Close enough that his heat brushes my thighs. Close enough that if I tip forward the dress will kiss his shirt. I hold my ground because I didn’t dress like sin to back down now. “Girls who play with fire get burned,” he says in my ear his voice low and sinful. “I don’t mind a little burn.”

My wolf muttered. The fire in the stove is burning, and my wolf words gave me a kind of idea. I stepped close and again touched the fire— my fingers were burning in it, but I couldn't feel anything. Hahah, this is amazing. Now I am a supernatural girl, and fire also can't burn. "Oh my god, my baby wolf—I can't believe it; I am literally playing with fire, and I don't feel any pain. "Haha I am feeling like I am watching some kind of movie." I laughed while trying to touch the fire. "Haha, this is insane.

It’s dangerous; it will burn you if you’re not careful. I don’t know why I dared play with fire. Yes, I am a spy, an assassin if needed to be, but I don’t think I’ve ever included pyro dancing in my CV. Now, the question is, why the fuck am I playing catch fire with Klaus Martinelli? “Rylee, Rylee, Rylee,” I murmured, blinking into the darkness bathing my room. “Don’t play with fire. Since when did you become such a pyromaniac?”

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Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

His eyes immediately go to them, and his grip on my ass tightens. I’m wearing practically skin tight leather pants, and I feel every imprint of his fingers. His heat, his breath. “Are you a fireman? Cause you came in hot and left me… wet,” I say, moving in close to his face. When he laughs and his hands fall from my ass, I use the moment of distraction to my advantage and throw myself about three feet back. I push my palms together and form a literal fireball, and hurl it at him. My eyes go wide when he catches it like it's so easy, and it doesn’t burn his skin, then looks down at the intense ball of flame with awe. Every cell in my body says to teleport out, go anywhere but here. But I’m fr