Novel & Cerita Xaden And Violet Iron Flame

Cyrus sucked in a sharp breath, struggling adorably with the word. “See?” Xavier pointed accusingly. “You’re the one teaching your son bad words.” “Shut up.” I narrowed my eyes slightly, watching them. Violet looked radiant, alive, like a moon glowing freely beneath a dark, clouded sky. This version of her wasn’t cautious or restrained. She was simply… herself. My fingers tightened instinctively around the stem of the red wine glass. I didn’t realize how much force I was applying until the glass cracked with a sharp sound, shattering into my palm. Pain flared instantly, hot and biting, as shards dug into my skin.

Phineas gripped his fork so hard the tines bit into his palm. "Lavender," Xavier whispered, his breath a hot, moist intrusion. "Citrus. Standard Omega profile. But there’s something else, isn't there? A third, milky note. Heavy. Sweet." Phineas’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. "You’re carrying, aren't you, Little Heir?" Xavier’s voice was a low vibration, meant only for Phineas’s marrow. "The Vane pup is already nesting."

Sadly, for violet, I’m alive. Just like before, I rolled a ball of fire in my hand- one of the powers I got from my father- and threw it at Violet. A bright light enveloped her and diminished the fire immediately it came in contact with it. Immediately the light busted and spread out into fragments of little lights that seemed like fireflies. I already expected the burst of light so I moved back a little and strongly held my feet to the ground to keep the force from pushing me.

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Rhodes did the same, training his eyes all throughout the rocky surfaces, scanning them for clues. He let out a breathy bark, beckoning me over to a small inlay towards the back of the cave. It was tiny, no more than an inch big, but the unmistakeable flame symbol was etched into the stone. Alpha stared digging with his paws at the ground under the symbol, but I cast my eyes upwards, seeing another inset around 6 feet above us.

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

The leather creaked beneath them. “Shit, you feel so good,” she breathed, bracing her hands on the ceiling. “I keep telling myself to stop but I can’t.” Marcus gripped her hips firmly, thrusting up into her deep and steady. “That’s because you’re addicted to me. Just like I’m addicted to you.” The windows fogged completely. The heavy, musky scent of sex filled the small space. Elena rode him harder, the risk making every sensation more intense and electric.

Soft folds glistening, the new tattoo framing the scene like a claim I’d already started to make. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her properly for the first time. Sweet, warm, addictive. Lena moaned loudly, her thighs parting wider. I took my time, exploring every inch with my mouth, licking, sucking gently on her clit, then dipping my tongue inside her. The fresh ink on her skin brushed against my cheek as I worked, a constant reminder of the pain and pleasure I was giving her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. “Jax… oh god…”

Su Ren Yue gazed at the crescent moon on the sea and said, "Purple Violet Heavenly Flame." "Violet Violet Heavenly Flame?" Xiao Chuan's eyebrows condensed, the Violet Violet Heavenly Flame was one of the ten main fires in the world, between the Samadhi True Flame and the Nanming Li Fire, what she was looking for must have been the Origin Fire, not the Violet Violet Heavenly Flame that was cast by a nontreasure or an array, but what was she looking for this for?