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CELESTIAL FIRE
Fantasy Hunted since birth, Nyxira Rayn is the last Celestial Dragon, hiding her true nature in a world ruled by ruthless supernatural clans. Weak, powerless, and always on the run, her only goal is survival.
When she's accepted into Valemorth Academy, the elite school for the world's most powerful beings, Nyxira hopes to disappear into the shadows. But fate has other plans.
Drawn into the deadly feud between Zeryn Verridan, the fierce Wolf Prince, and Darian Ravelle, the cold Vampire heir, Nyxira uncovers a horrifying truth: a new breed of monsters-born from the blood of every species-created by madmen who crave power.
An ancient prophecy binds the three together-enemies forced into an uneasy alliance. As war looms and secrets unravel, Nyxira must face the darkness within herself: the unstoppable force she's kept hidden for so long.
Because sometimes, the most fragile creature is the one the world should fear the most
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