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Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

I couldn't just stand by and watch the pack die. The black wolf leader padded over, a freshly picked stalk of Blazing Flame Grass in its mouth, and gently placed it at my feet. I stroked its head and picked up the herb. The plague was extremely virulent; ordinary herbs couldn't suppress it. This was the final ingredient. Without hesitation, I snapped the Blazing Flame Grass and dropped it into the furiously boiling black potion. Hiss... A plume of white steam rose. The foul, murky black liquid miraculously transformed within seconds, turning a clear, translucent pale gold.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

The flames grew bigger, louder than their wails. Ambrose kneeled on the cement. The sound of their searing flesh was music to my ears. Screams of torment echoed inside the dungeon. Daniel screamed endlessly, his body pushed on the wall. Gideon and Sage went crazy trying to put the flames out. Gideon rolled over the dirty water but it was of no use. My fire is strong and it can’t be put out by water as long as I control it, it will spread like wildfire through every pores in your skin and it will be painful enough to not let you breathe.

Suddenly, there was the one tossing blue flames coming from above and when the three looked up, they saw Allessia and Aradan were riding in a hippogriff. The little leprechaun screamed and clapped his hands. The Lycans' fury was palpable, and the commotion they created filled the entire forest. Lycans are often scared of fire, but this was a particularly terrifying and strange fire. If a spark got into their coats, it stuck and burnt through them, and unless they rolled over quickly, they'd all be in flames in no time. Soon, all of the glade wolves were rolling over and over, trying to put out the sparks on their backs, while those who were burning ran around screaming and setting others ali

“Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.” Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, Saturday I had to take my oldest to the ER. He had croup and that with his asthma was super rough. Then my youngest caught it :( Now both kiddos are feeling better, but I've gotten sick too. I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can, til then I'm pushing through it to create more content <3 If you aren't following my facebook author page Facebook.com/JaneKnightWrites you should, I had a big announcement this past weekend. My book Hers for the Holidays is now available in paperback through amazon. It's a mfm shifter holiday romance with a high heat level. Hope everyone is having a good

I said softly at her and she just nodded before I reluctantly let go of her hands "I will"With that ,she got out of the car and I could feel the cold air that entered the car brushing harshly on my skin but I wasn't worried about myself ,I only feared for McKenzie ,my love.. I saw McKenzie walking to the back of the car and taking out something out of the trunk..Seconds later the woman was heading towards the trees at the side of the road ,wearing a black raincoat and holding something like a touche in her hand..My heart was beating like crazy, I really wanted to stop McKenzie from going..It was a forest for God's sake and it was dark already..What if something happens to her ? Some wild ani

that doesn't mean that no one suspected. Have you known who the person was? Someone very officially known for preying, someone so smartly dangerous. Actually, when Bruno was relating to the Paragons about the trip to the woods, in as much as everyone of them was surprised, they still liked and welcomed the idea without further reasoning. Trust Ekaris, he already had thousand and one thoughts about how Bruno came up with the weird suggestion. His suspicion wasn't open, he kept it to himself but deep inside, he had no doubt that Enola had something to do with this. It became clearer to him when Bruno told them that Enola was coming with them. No body objected including Ekaris but his thought h

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.