Novel & Cerita Who Is The Sage In Iron Flame

"What mega-hottie Celia says makes sense! She definitely needs someone to look after her because she's weaker!" "Yeah! Dr. Seager only did it for everyone's sake. Why's Dr. Zalmer being so stubborn?" "Exactly! Ms. Lumley here is the darling daughter of Lumley Medical's chairperson. Saving her is more important!" That was when my dad, Arthur Zalmer, rushed back from abroad.

"Like you, I was reborn. I returned to the moment you called me in our previous life. But this time, I didn't receive a call from you, so I assumed the same thing must have happened to you. "I was pressed for time back then, so I couldn't inform you. I broke my company's regulations to use the helicopter. Coincidentally, a friend of mine who works as a firefighter was doing a fire safety inspection at my office, so I brought him along." I looked at his side profile and felt my heart clench. He was my old neighbor who grew up with me. He had always protected me like a brother. Before I got married, he kept advising me against marrying Jared. We fought because of that, and I rarely reached out

"Luca, how could you trick your mother like this?" He shot me a hateful glare. "You're not my mother. My mother is Vivian Houghton. You deserve to be tricked for abandoning me all those years ago."

Blazing flames burned deep within his eyes as his fighting spirit surged anew. "You don't have to thank me. You see, the Sage was my man, and since he died because of you, you owe me an explanation, Ashton!" Cassian's expression hardened as a terrifying pressure overwhelmed Ashton like a storm.

The air was thick with bad smells and the strong scent of old herbs and bubbling mixtures. The flame in the room cast strange shadows on the stone wall. In the middle of the room, Sage lay on a straw mat, hurt and battered. Sage was in agony. A burning pain filled his entire body, like his bones were on fire from the inside. He took short, difficult breaths, each one making a soft rasping sound. His eyes were closed, too heavy to open.

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“But all it takes is a spark to ignite the great flame.” “Flame,” Yarsi said almost soundlessly. - The flame may be different. What flame do you see, Zoran? The blacksmith-sorcerer suddenly smiled wryly. “Black flame, my king. Yes, we served another, but now it doesn't matter. The element can be different, the main thing is to whom it obeys. “I'll be back in the morning, Zoran.” King Reeta's eyes flashed a lifeless silver, indifferent and merciless. - I do not give you time to think - you have made your choice.

“And I am no dog. I am Risa from Redmoon pack of the Ironwood.” I took a breath, filled my lungs with the scent of ozone and Kael’s woodsmoke, and lifted my foot to step into the heart of the silver flame. This was it. I would either be damned or saved today.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

End Clint’s POV **Just outside of Naga’s territory in the tiny town of Blackbriar a threat emerges** This is so odd. I can see everything as if I am here, but when I look behind me, I see my head down on the table. The Trio comes to me and holds me. They kept saying, “Blackbriar, Sagittarius.” Blackbriar must be where I am. I look up and see the full moon nearly reaching its apex and I hear voices. I drift towards them. A group of hooded figures is standing in a circle with a man in its center. He's a bit older than me by a few years. He has medium-length dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. I hear a member of the group ask the man in the center if he is ready. They call him Draven and he says