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“I don’t…” “He’s burnin’, baby girl.” “No,” she said shaking her head, blank and dazed. An EMT appeared out of nowhere, gently lifted Keira out of her arms and started CPR, and she looked at him in confusion. “But…” That was when Scars began to scream. And Zoe knew, knew with everything that she had, that her beautiful, shining avenging angel had just had his wings burned right off him. He was on fire. ****

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

I didn't bother to go to the center because they themselves moved away from me. "She if this place will be destroyed it will be replace tomorrow yes?" I asked her. She suddenly grinned. Okay. Let the show begin. I closed my eyes and waited for my body to warm up. I heard my classmates sigh and when I woke up I knew my eyes were a different color and I was surrounded by fire. I started to throw fires until it became a lot. I made wings that are made of fire and go above. I, then started to absorb the fire that I created. My father always told me to clean my mess so I won't mess up. Lol. That's funny.

They stretched wide behind him, crackling with heat so intense the air rippled. Rowan stared, frozen. Kai swore under his breath. “Those aren’t fire wings. They’re something else.” Mistara stepped forward slowly. “Those are the markings of the Unbound Flame. A form that should not exist.” Rowan forced her legs to keep moving. “Azeriel listen to me. You can control this.” “I can’t,” he whispered, voice breaking. “It hurts.” One of the wings twisted violently, sending a streak of dark flame toward the sky. The summit trembled again. The fire from his body rose higher, pulling, swirling, trying to break free of everything holding it down.

I didn’t understand, it couldn’t just be about Solaris. “You know you’re not that.” She said, I looked at her and wondered. When realization set in I smiled and kissed her forehead. I wished she hadn’t heard any of that. “You’ve really never drawn your wings? Why not?” I unsettled out of the chair and her hold and stood by the fireplace. I paced the length of it. The only people that had seen my wings were my mother and Alpheus “It’s complicated. No one can see them.” She wrapped her arms around herself, but she held my gaze. “Will you…show me?”

His presence was steady, unyielding, even as his voice cracked with urgency. “Don’t let it take you, Xenia! Stay with me!” The Architect only watched, hands folded inside their dark sleeves, their hood angled as if this was all… entertainment. My anger burned hotter than my flames. “You think this is a game?” I roared. I got a response from the fire. After stretching and twisting, it took the form of wings extending from my shoulders and a flurry of sparks encircling me. The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies.

One firefighter, shouting over the roar of the hose, says, “We have to go in if the Alpha doesn’t come out. It’s our duty to protect him.” My breath catches in my throat, and my hand flies to my mouth as I realize what he means. “No…” He risked his life to save Blue? Does he know she is his daughter? A lot of questions walk through my mind. I stumble forward, searching, scanning, not even realizing my lips are moving in prayer. And then I hear a commotion near the west wing and the crowd shifts. “THERE!” someone yells, and I run with them. A firefighter shouts, pointing at a window barely visible through the smoke, and then I see Levi partially transformed.

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

“No… not like that.” Her wings flared at the first attempt, white light snapping along their edges as she tried to force them back, the movement instinctive and wrong all at once. The effort made her shoulders jerk, breath catching as frustration surged. The fire answered force with defiance, hating to be treated as an object, not an organ. “They’re not listening,” she said, the words edged. “They are,” he replied quietly. “You’re just not where they are.” That made her still. It landed like a truth disguised as a riddle.