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I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

His sword was drawn and he let out a force growl as he charged, the tip of his blade aimed right at the two in front of him. “Calix!” I rushed forward as fast as I could, knocking people out of my way as I jerked my arm out to him. A ball of fire launched out of my open hand, flying out to Calix as the sword tilted towards him. The deep violet flame reached him and flashed brightly, growing in size as the Knight groaned, flinching away. With that fire distracting him I reached Calix and the now crumbled Lady Naveyame that was whimpering on the ground. The fire vanished as I stood in front of them, and I quickly joined my hands together and made an arching motion in front of me.

" I started plotting everything the day I got into flight school and the Federal Aviation Administration. Everything also started that one afternoon, when I was 15 years old. Uncle Peter had laid the old records from the meteorological department in front of me. "Ethan, your mom could've been saved. It was your dad who refused to save her." While we were on the way home that day, Uncle Peter parked his cab under the street light. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the driver's seat and smoked half a cigarette. "If you want an explanation for this, study hard and rise to a position where you will have enough authority. Don't resort to violence. Just use a paper, a pen, and your brain."

I spread my wings and spring forward in a whirlwind of dust, flying farther and farther from everything I’ve known. * * * Vito moans, a deep sound that trembles the warm, stagnant water around my feet. “Shut up,” I snap. It’s so hot that my skin crackles under the heat. My head started to hurt after last night, when I’d cried until I couldn’t cry anymore, and now it’s a pounding headache. “I’m hungry, too. You can always head back, you know. You’re a dragon; they’ll just flick your nose and tell you to get back to studying.” I grind my teeth and kneel a bit closer to the water. It’s been a little over a day and this is how he’s going to be?

I flipped a page. More of the same. I didn’t understand any of it. I was about to close it when something caught my eye. A drawing. Different from the others. It looked like… A creature. My breath caught. It wasn’t like anything I had seen before. It looked human… but not. There were lines coming from its back. Like wings. But not wings. Something sharper. Something… alive. I stared at it longer than I should have. Something about it made my chest feel tight.

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

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

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.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.