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A wildfire. A wildfire is a destructive fire that spreads quickly. The definition had always intrigued me. I read it online once and it just stuck with me. A wildfire may not have life but it mimicked a lot of people that did. There are people who spread destruction to everyone that they touch, whether they mean to or not. And since I learned that definition online, I had always tried my best not to fit its description. And I have always been on the lookout for people that did.

I grabbed my keys and ran. The ride felt endless. I pushed my bike harder than I ever had before, weaving through traffic without caring who got in my way. Every mile felt like torture. Every second I imagined Lily lying there alone. Please… Just hold on. As I rounded the final bend, I saw smoke rising into the sky before the wrecked van came into view. Club bikes surrounded the scene. The area had already been locked down. I killed the engine before the bike had completely stopped and sprinted toward the wreck.

Chapter 154: Family Justice XENOIS The flames caught instantly, racing across Sophia's gasoline-soaked body with a whoosh that made me instinctively step backward. Her screams reached a pitch I didn't know human voices could achieve, a sound of pure agony that echoed through the forest and sent birds fleeing from nearby trees. I stood frozen, unable to look away as Sophia rolled on the ground in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flames that were consuming her. The smell of burning flesh mixed with the gasoline fumes, creating a nauseating cocktail that made my stomach heave.

Half an hour later, Hera received the report she had been waiting for. Morgan: [I found it. There hasn't been any fire in Astergard recently, but there's a wildfire in the mountains west of here. Reports say many firefighters from nearby towns have died trying to contain it, which is why Mr. Grimwald and his team were sent to assist.] Hera's face turned pale as she sprang from the bed. She trembled, her fingers shaking so violently that typing a reply became a struggle.

I muttered, slamming the receiver back onto its cradle without waiting for a reply. I stood up from my chair as Serdar approached my desk, the gravity of his presence filling the entire room. “Sir? What is it?” I asked. “The situation in the province has just become worse, Kenan,” Serdar said, his deep voice cutting through the quiet office like a razor blade. “A massive wildfire has just erupted near the edge of town, and it’s spreading uncontrollably. It’s already threatening to devour the entire area of Akyaka.” He slammed a tactical folder down onto my desk, his fingers tapping against the map.

Eira snarled furiously from the wolfbane poison effects suppressing her presence and withdrew into the profound depths of Nueva's mind. The smoke grew dense, and Nueva struggled to see. Marigold's red dress turned into a blushing silhouette in the misty layers in front of her. Nueva could see two bright flares flickering through her squinting eyes before a roar of fire rushed towards her. Nueva barely avoided the scorching flames searing the fabric of her jumper from her arm and blistering her pale skin. The bittersweet scent of burnt hair and skin blended with the forest air's putrid smells.

THE GIRL WHO COULDN'T BURN Walking on Fire The morning after the Red Court attack. The grove is scorched, yet the tent holding Nya remains untouched. Ash clings to trees like snow. A circle of coal still smolders. Nya steps barefoot into the embers. Around her, wolves halt mid-task. Conversations die. Even Maera stops stirring her healing tinctures as the silence thickens. Ceres (gasping softly): "She's walking through fire... as if it doesn't see her."

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

“There’s someone who can help. An elder. One of the first humans to study the wolves. They’ve seen what the fire can do—and what happens if it’s left unchecked.” She frowned. “And you trust them?” “I trust them because they understand what’s at stake. And right now, we need all the help we can get.” The forest grew darker as they moved, trees crowding closer, branches scratching against their clothes. Evelynn felt her senses sharpen, every sound and shadow magnified by the fire’s pulse in her veins. She could feel it in the dirt beneath her boots, in the air around her—something was waiting. “You’re different now,” Aiden said after a moment, voice low. “The fire tonight… the way you controll

It pulsed beneath my palm like a heartbeat. I exhaled slowly and pressed my hand against the page. The flames came instantly. They swallowed the book in a soundless roar, a fire without smoke or heat. Before Silas could yank me away, the blaze leapt and coiled around me like serpents. My vision swallowed itself. One blink I stood in our chamber and the next I stood on snow. A village lay in front of me, small and poor and full of smoke. The air smelled of frost. Children chased one another through the mud with sticks and no shoes. I heard laughter and the reason it hurt was because I knew it would not last.