What Happens To Xaden At The End Of Iron Flame Novels & Stories

Theo forcefully kicked the wall and it made an opening. The kitchen is filled with blazing flames and blinding smoke but it was nothing to him. He walked through fire to find Maddie and as seconds passed by that he cannot see her, his anxiety doubled. Finally, Theo saw her in the corner, almost unconscious. She's sweating hard and having a hard time breathing. Maddie saw Theo's terrified eyes but she cannot distinguish if it was just a hallucination or real. She's coughing terribly as her lungs start to fill with toxic smoke. One thing was sure for Maddie and that is Theo walked through fire with her in his arms.

Then Xendaya would also never have to learn that he was my gamma who, for all the years he served me, never knew her name, or that she existed. I can see Gustavo's judging eyes from the side but I ignore it. Obviously he's too blinded by his emotions to see the bold writings on the wall. Xendaya turns back, cupping Jake's neck. “He still has a pulse, indeed a warrior. Let's see if we can get the poison out of his system.’’ She hurriedly reaches for the iron cupboard where she stores her healing items. After searching for a while she pulls out with an IV tubing— that one normally used for blood transfusions in hospitals and clinics —and a steel scissors which she uses to cut out four equal le

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"

To worsen it, it had started raining and the cold hugged me as soon as I stepped into the training yard. The stench of blood got worst mixed with wet earth, courtesy to the rain. Xaden was at the far end, pacing in circles. That massive broken things that was xaden was tearing trenches in the grass with his claws. His ead swung side to side like he couldn’t decide who to kill first, the soldiers coming with guns, or himself. Two guards who appeared beside me raised their guns. "Stand down!" One yelled. "He's going to kill someone" “Xaden!” I shouted again.

Xavier stood there, hands at his sides, staring after her like he was already seeing the next war forming in the distance. “Xavier.” I turned toward him, my throat dry. “What if she’s right?” He didn’t look at me when he answered. “Then we find out before the fire spreads any further.” The wind shifted, carrying the smell of smoke back toward us. The flames had almost died out now, but as I looked at him, standing there with the light flickering across his face, I couldn’t shake the thought that it wasn’t over. Not even close.

My spine buckled against the kinetic force, a sharp, white-hot flash of agony tearing through my cracked ribs as the air was violently driven from my lungs. But the stone did not break, and Killian’s bones did not shatter. The lodestone matrix answered the hybrid fire in my blood. The moment the iron hammer made contact with his flesh, the volatile ember in my chest flared into a brilliant, blinding torrent of white-hot royal flame that traveled down the chains, completely enveloping his left side. The intense thermal surge didn't burn him; it acted as a massive, industrial forge-strike, violently compressing the slate-grey, frostbitten muscle and forcing the dead tissue to reshape itself un

*Xelina* I poke at the fire, the scent of burning cedar and dry pine needles filling the air, mixing with the faint earthy aroma of damp stone. I watch the sparks float upward, their glow like tiny stars caught in a dark sky, flickering and fading. It feels like the only light in the world right now, fragile and precious.

I shriek, Bedelia coming forward when I see her getting ripped back, and she fights with the Xerxes in his sludgy form in my head. “FUCKING DO IT, GET HIM OUT, HE IS HURTING BEDELIA!” I scream. When I feel the flames grow inside of me as I try to direct them towards Xerxes. When I erupt into flames. I open my eyes and gasp. The flames aren’t mine, they are blue and black. The shackles melt away.

"These days, you've been doing really foolish things. Don't you know you're endangering you and your ch..." "Stupid wench! Do you really want to get yourself killed or what?" Xaden thundered as he threw the door open. He filled the room with his presence and energy. He was so angry that I could literally feel my bed lift from the ground. "Calm yourself, or she'd really die from shock." Mama muttered. Wait. This was another side of Xaden I never knew. So when he was extremely angry, things began to move of its own accord? How many things exactly was this man capable of?

When the lighter finally burned my fingertips, I let go as if finally releasing hope. The flames consumed the gasoline, illuminating the wedding photo in the metal barrel. In the picture, I looked so sweet, so happy, and his eyes were full of nothing but me... Then slowly, our faces distorted, melted, and finally turned into a pile of black ashes... A sudden sense of suffocation constricted my chest. I stared at those ashes, my vision blurring with unshed tears. "What are you burning?" Xavier finally noticed the activity outside and came out. I tilted my head back, pushing down the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "Nothing important, just some..." I turned to look at him, my slightly re