Angelfire

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Summary

Blaze has defeated one of the Commanders of the Darklings, and her worst nightmare. Now she's been kidnapped by another one. And Storm's ex girlfriend's poweers start going haywire. The second book in the Bloodfire series. Blaze struggled to find her footing in her new world, but pulls through in the end. She killed, she fought, she learned. And, most important, she found her family. Now, after the battle against Chloe, one of her tormentors, she is taken from her family, where she was finally comfortable. Will she be able to save herself? Or will she need to be saved? Now Storm Atwater has to deal with the aftermath of the battle in Aquaia. Now that he's lost Blaze, one of the people he's trusted, he has to deal with Camden's grief as well as his own. They thought she was dead. Now Brook, his ex girlfriend, arrives back at the school, and he has to deal with a whole other set of problems. Including her haywire powers.

Genre:
Fantasy / Scifi
Author:
GT_Cooper
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
24
Rating:
4.8 12 reviews
Age Rating:
13+

Chapter 1

Pain ripped through me as I heard the crack of the whip. Again and again and again. I could feel my blood oozing from my slashes, hot and wet. I fought against my restraints, my wrists burning as the metal cuffs chafed them. Then Mordecai, the traitor, came around to face me, and ask me questions. Ones I didn’t know the answer to. So he tortured me.

After I burned the ice away from Aquaia, and passed out from exhaustion, I woke up to find myself here. And at the mercy of Mordecai Gregori, one of the most trusted council members.

I couldn’t escape using my power either since, I guess, I burnt out. I can’t feel it anymore. It’s like I had no power to begin with. At least that’s how it was when I first got here but now I can feel it creeping back in everyday.

And today I think I could use it. That I could escape. So I let Mordecai think I was still weak, that I didn’t have my power yet. But I was waiting for the perfect moment to get out of these chains, and kill him. Because he would help the enemy. And he had probably injured many more before me. The sadistic bastard.

So today I was going to escape. And when Mordecai came to caress me, as he usually does which was extremely weird and creepy, I grabbed his arm and let the fire free. He was ash on the wind in no time. Then I burned through the cuffs, the hot metal burning me. I peeled off the hot metal, and rubbed my raw, bleeding wrists trying to soothe them. It didn’t help.

I took two daggers from the assortment of knives, and daggers. They were about the same size, and light enough for my weak body to wield. I hadn’t had a proper meal in weeks, maybe months. And I was so hungry. I was starving. I had been fed a small meal everyday. And it wasn’t enough to feed me, as well as keep my strength, my power. Finally I had enough strength to escape.

I went out the door, having to route around in Mordecai’s pocket for a key to unlock the door. Gross. Once the door was unlocked I walked out to see that there were guards lining the hallways, and when they saw me all of them unsheathed their weapons, most of the weapons two handed swords. Not as efficient as my dagger, but that’s if I was able to keep my stamina and agility up. After that long time chained up all of my muscle had disappeared, and it was a wonder that I could even walk or hold the daggers in my hand.

They attacked, and I slashed. I had killed maybe five guards, most of them different kinds of dark creatures. Then one of them slashed my leg. I hissed in pain, and hurried to get this fight over with. I killed the hallway of creatures, desensitised to the kill now that I had done it so often. I decided that being stealthy was the better option than fighting since I was injured and weak. I checked around corners whenever I had to turn down a hallway, and when I encountered a guard I bowed my head like I had seen several servants do, rushing down the hallway.

Eventually I found a way out. It was, unfortunately, only a balcony. It was overlooking a courtyard filled with flowers, and other greenery. I squinted my eyes at the bright sun, having not been outside for weeks. I decided that I would climb down the balcony instead of trying to avoid more guards. They would eventually learn that I was missing, so avoiding them as much as possible was better. That would make sure that they had no idea where I was going.

I climbed over the railing, and used footholds to climb down the wall, my muscles shaking as I made my way down the building. When I finally reached the ground I leaned against the wall for a second, to let myself rest from all that exertion. Once I had caught my breath I made my way to the gate. It was big, black, and ornate. I slipped through the big, cage-like bars, just big enough for me to slip through. It would’ve been harder if I had been training and eating regularly, but since I was so skinny I fit through easily.

Once I was through the gates I ran towards the treeline, stopping to rest when I got into the shaded trees. I was really out of breath after not training, not moving, for so long. Once I caught my breath I continued through the forest, keeping to the shadows. Then the sun started to set, and I had to find somewhere to camp out for the night. I couldn’t sleep on the ground because the cold of the ground, and any creatures that were out. I looked up, and saw that there was a big tree above me. I decided to climb up the tree, and see if I could find any good branches I could sleep on. Eventually I found one that could fit me.

I climbed onto it and positioned myself so that I was comfortable, hidden, and secure. Then I closed my eyes, and let the voices that had been telling me give up finally get their wish, letting my eyes close. Letting the darkness consume me.

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