A Day Of Fire: A Novel Of Pompeii Novels & Stories

The scientists predicted that the temperature would soon soar to 113 degrees Fahrenheit, the maximum heat humans could endure. My family received the vital supplies I had already ordered via the Internet, but they chose to leave me gagged and bound on the balcony on the first day of the pyro-calypse.

“But they’ll never touch me. Or you.” Her heart raced. She wanted to push him away, to remind him of their vows to family, of the war already spilling into the streets. But then his mouth was on hers, fierce and claiming, tasting of smoke and salt. The fire roared louder behind them, but in that moment, all she could feel was the inferno inside her chest. --- The night of fire spread its claws through Naples. By dawn, the Rossi docks lay in ruin, Moretti warnings painted in ash across the city.

They were too busy trying to survive. Writing a fucking book was the last thing on anybody's radar. The great fire of Rome raged for 6 days and destroyed almost the entire city. Can you imagine that? Well, fuck that fire. The one I just escaped was ten times hotter, twenty times fiercer, and more dangerous. It's a miracle that I'm alive. I should write a book. The title would probably be... "Miss Lara, you're the King's wife! If he saw you with the commoners, he'll probably skin us alive!" Misrella shrieks dramatically, when she sees me.

The fire hadn’t stopped burning for two days. Palermo’s coast was a carcass of smoke and steel — the sea slicked with oil, the scent of salt and blood tangled with the stench of war. The city breathed in ruin, and every breath carried the echo of Amara Varela’s name.

" Her lips were read closely and just after her words, the ground cracked open as it was seen, she channeled the flames of hell, from hell and rained it down on anything, thus everything in the forest. The yells of Hades engulfed the atmosphere. Thus, the fire burnt everything it came in contact with. After this, no one, not a soul was seen. Sight travails across as it caught one last and final scene, just as Maria's visions showed, the unknown street where she had her Foot walking across. Sight zoomed into a sheet that as seen was already printed by an unknown and tagged as "Missing!" Embodying the people, John, Khloe, Maria and Butt. Lights Fade BORN BY POWER CHAOS AND APOCALYPSE CHAPTER 3

Dry grass had been carefully arranged beneath every body. The white-covered forms rested peacefully upon them. Maria lay among them. I nearly lost my composure. Marten gently touched my arm. Silent support. Nothing more. Nothing less. I inhaled shakily. Then lowered the torch. The flame touched the grass. For a moment, nothing happened. Then fire erupted. It spread swiftly. One pyre. Then another. Then another. Soon flames consumed every funeral bed. The fire climbed high into the dark heavens. Orange. Gold.

Now it just clarified who I was. I turned toward the balcony, the city lights flickering below us. “Burn everything. I don’t want a single record left.” Zach holstered his gun and stepped closer. “You’re taking this better than I expected.” I glanced back at him. “I stopped expecting justice a long time ago. All that’s left is control.” The flames ate through Silvetti’s villa before dawn. I watched from the courtyard as smoke coiled against the Roman sky, curling into gray ribbons that vanished over the city. The air was thick with the scent of scorched wood and old paper — the erasure of history.

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

But the dust is too thick—the building is collapsing, the fire eating the oxygen, the world turning into a furnace. The door leading outside suddenly slams shut as a boulder drops from above, sealing the exit. Luca grabs Princess Elowen's arm. Donato shoves debris aside with his bleeding knee. They push, crawl, slam into the blocked door. Behind them, Lorenzo and Seraphina and her men are swallowed by the fire. Their screams cut off sharply. "Rest in hell," Donato mutters, voice low, final. "They deserved it." The fire roars like it agrees.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.