A Season For Setting Fires Dramione Novels & Stories

My eyes snap open and my hands are on fire. Silver fire. The flames curl around my fingers like vines, weightless and bright. They flicker with light, not heat, and my heart stutters. Everyone is silent. Rhea stares, eyes wide with something between wonder and fear. "She’s doing it," she whispers. The flames ripple higher, sliding up my arms. They don’t hurt. They hum. Like they know me. I breathe. And that’s when it all goes wrong. The fire flares, too fast, too much. It jumps from my arms to the air around me. Moonstones crack. Wind whips across the courtyard. I hear someone shout. Rhea’s voice calling my name. The Elders moving. And then-

When she saw the flames burning brightly and vigorously, she clenched her fists and shouted, “Do you know the consequences of setting a fire like this in the forest? Do you know how many people will be killed and how much damage will be caused in case of a wildfire? “I originally thought that you were just stupid; I did not expect you to be stupid AND evil. All of you are highly educated, but you don’t even have such common sense!” Sienna spoke quickly and urgently without giving the people a chance to refute. She then said again, “Come and put out the fire with me if you don’t want to die!” Sienna then hurriedly tore off the lush branches to prepare to fight the flames as the female guest s

“Give me a closer look!” Soleyah, who was not perturbed by Diana’s disrespect with the ranks, immediately navigated the drone to come closer to the center of the flame by following Diana’s frantic instructions. “Diana!” Talia held Diana’s arms when the latter was seemingly losing her strength as they watched the footage captured by Soleyah’s drone. Diana was only seeing red. The dark red flames that engulfed the cottage where she once stayed and the falling debris was making Diana feel a blood-curdling fear. She had an ominous feeling.

Disregarding the guards completely, he marches towards the barbecue area of the garden, his mind set on causing further destruction. Grabbing a lighter and a container of oil, Jay splashes the flammable liquid all over the garden. The scent of gasoline fills the air as he ignites the fire, the flames dancing merrily around him. Before he can revel in his destructive act, Blackwood swiftly approaches, trying to snatch the lighter from Jay's hands. “What are you doing, Master Jay?” But it is too late. The garden is already ablaze, the once vibrant plants and beautiful flowers now consumed by the raging fire. Jay's eyes gleam with a maniacal glint as he declares his intentions. "I am going to s

Is that smoke? Lynn’s POV: “Is that smoke up ahead?” My sister asked. I looked into the sky and saw black smoke. “NO, no, no, no, this can’t be happening again. Why the fuck would he set the castle on fire knowing Mina was still inside somewhere?” Ji’lahni asked as she started breathing Heavily, panic setting in at the sight of the black smoke clouding the sky. Tears were falling from her eyes, no doubt reliving what happen to her family, and what could be happening to Mina right now. All the wolves felt their Luna’s sorrow and that made them push themselves harder. The let out a deafening howl and they all double their speed. When we made it to the castle it was up in flames, with Dradon st

And for a second — just one — she looked less like a noblewoman and more like someone who’d walked through hell before. Astrid’s POV Later that night, I stood alone near the edge of the burned clearing, watching the embers fade into ash. Taylor was barking orders somewhere behind me, somehow turning chaos into order with her usual colorful vocabulary. Damien was silent, distant, pacing the perimeter like a wolf on a leash. And Sebastian — Sebastian was alive. That should’ve been enough. It wasn’t. Because when Damien caught my gaze across the fire, something inside me shifted — the faintest flicker of recognition, of danger.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Damian's POV The bonfire is already crackling to life as the sun sets. Torches flicker around the clearing, their golden flames contrasting with the deepening twilight. The pack house stands proudly behind us, finally completed, its windows shimmering with warmth. The crowd gathers, filled with laughter and chatter, everyone carrying food and drinks. They’ve been anticipating this moment for a while now. So have we. Selena’s next to me, her hand in mine, her gaze fixed on the flames. She’s in this simple white dress, her hair flowing freely, cheeks slightly flushed. She looks radiant—maybe even glowing.

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

“We’ve got an arson situation.” Adrian’s voice was ice. “Say that again.” Hale sighed. “The fire didn’t start accidentally. Accelerant was used. Someone wanted it to burn fast……Seems like all the Drama in this city revolves around you BlackThorne….Not surprising in the least.” The world tilted. Adrian stared at the house like it had betrayed him. “And the cameras?” Adrian asked. Hale’s jaw flexed. “That’s the fun part.” I didn’t like his tone.