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But by then, I had already let go of everything. My form had gone completely transparent, ready for the next chapter. Ahead of me lay a path bright and open. My passion would never fade, my devotion would outlive even after my final breath.

But tonight… she just missed her mother. Would she have let me go? Would she have understood? Ashara pressed her palm to the glass of her bedroom window. Outside, lightning danced across the sky. Why do I feel like I’m on fire… and no one sees it but me? ⸻ A Hidden Fire She didn’t know it yet. She didn’t know that the ache in her chest wasn’t grief—it was power. That the dreams she’d been having, the ones with teeth and wings and crimson moons, weren’t dreams at all—they were memories.

Emilia remained silent while sitting beside the fire. After a long pause, Ken finally gathered the courage to break the silence. His voice was tinged with a mixture of regret and concern as he uttered his next words. "Look, I am sorry. I know I have no right to judge you, but I just can't forget how you abandoned a teammate during the entrance exam. I simply can't comprehend that selfish act of yours. I mean, if you're here in the Angels of the Burning Suns, doesn't that mean you should be dedicated to saving others?"

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

I left without waiting for her reply. I ran to the nearest hill point. I sat down on a bench and gasped for air. While taking long breaths, Georges' Voice echoed in my mind, "Who's your first love?" Clouds started thundering, indicating the heavy rainfall that's going to occur. But my mind was too busy to notice that warning, as it's busy reminiscing about the past. The past that holds both good and bad memories. A loud thunder followed by lightening, brought back all memories which I buried deep down in my heart.

Benjamin staggered to his sides, his limbs trembled and his breathing labored as his whole body seize up, he let out a low growl. Emily held Sydney with her freed hand, her talons digging into his flesh. He howled in pain as the flames sizzled his wrist, and he yanked his hand away. She seized the opportunity, summoning dark energies and flinging them at Sydney. The force of the blast knocked him off, sending him crashing into the shelf behind him. Books, papers, and knick-knacks went flying as he tumbled to the floor. Her wings burst from her back, as dark and glistening as midnight. She wrapped them protectively around Chris, shielding him as they plummeted from the window. The air rushed

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.