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And she could because it was actually glass, and she raised a finger pointing at him still dancing. “Get Jun” he instructed calmly. He still stood there. Megumi had already hiked the hem of her gown exposing her garter that held a gun. “You know what to do, don’t make me repeat myself!” he barked. She removed the gun and fired. He got out of the way and the window went CRASH! There were screams and everyone scrambling to the door or for cover. Her gang weren’t far behind, and she didn’t waste time before firing shots into the lights, letting all the tiny shards fall.

All the information about how to use it and the growth level automatic appears. The fire phoenix obediently bows its head, which is how it accepts soul unity. The blue flame surrounding Hana's arm make the footless man in the corner panic; he didn't believe what he was witnessing. The monster also forgets to kill Hana, who stands still, watching Hana.

Above all reasons that Raverine could give, a poisonous vampire fang would be the least believable. Ember couldn’t breathe out a word. Ember wanted to scream at Raverine’s face. Ember has killed him in different and most brutal ways as possible inside her mind. Slowly and mentally chopping him bit by bit.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

"Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickgirp. Have a care, Black Horn, he'll hit you with his stick." "A man must be ashamed of the company he keeps, Cellie," the handsome one said. "This man has the honor to be Jaben H'wan, once of the Free City of Black Horn. Would that he were home. This man's ill-bred companions in captivity are named Rorge"—he waved his tankard at the noseless man—"and Biter." Biter hissed at her again, displaying a mouthful of yellowed teeth filed into points. "A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?"

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

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

A vine wrapped around his leg, then another one wrapped around his second leg and then multiple vines wrapped around his whole body and started pulling him into the divided ground filled with hot magma lava. Spark struggled to get loose but all to no avail. Tears trickled down his cheeks, not for himself but for his daughter. He knew he was Immortal by not his daughter The heat of the lava got him sweating as they got pulled into it. "Papa!" Bridget his baby daughter said for the first time. That was her first word. "Daughter" Spark said with happiness as he now had a new determination to save themselves. "Aaaaargh!!!" he screamed at the top of his voice as he charged his whole body with ele

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Everyone retreats. - You are a dragon and your strength comes from fire, the phoenix is ​​a bird of fire, I am the soul of fire. I don't burn, but I make it burn. I don't burn, but I can burn you. Your dragon fire doesn't affect me, but my fire can burn you. – the kitsome says, in her ghostly voice. Then it disappears, leaving only Sophia. - Didn't you say that your kitsome hadn't appeared yet? That you were still very young? – Lucifron asks in amazement.