Alexa Bliss Firefly Funhouse Novels & Stories

They are breathtaking. Finally, the taxi arrives and I thank them both for waiting for me. As I reach out to open the door Max does as well. As soon as his hand is over mine intense sparks shoot up my arm and I gasp. He immediately pulls his hand away from me as his eyes go wide. “Sorry he mutters”. What the hell was that, did he just shock me? I look back at him as I pull the door open as soon as our eyes meet I feel a flutter deep down in my core and my heart rate picks up again. It’s not fear doing it this time though, it’s desire.

One uncle from the colony sent over a handcrafted rocking chair from his carpentry workshop in Massachusetts, complete with a tiny side table that locked into the frame for midnight feeding bottles. Aaliyah and Priyanka helped string up fairy lights around the windows, giggling and arguing over which shade of yellow felt more “warm sunshine” and less “fluorescent hospital.” Mehek painted a small mural on one wall—an abstract landscape of rolling hills and stars, with a lioness leading her cub through constellations.

Alex coughed, rubbing his throat. "I've had better evenings." Even now... He found a way to make her smile. For one brief moment, the chaos around them faded. Then Beauty heard it. A child's cry. She turned. The orphan house near the southern gate was on fire. Several young wolves remained trapped inside. Without thinking, Beauty ran. Alex reached for her. "Beauty, wait!" But she was already gone. The flames roared high into the night sky. The wooden roof groaned ominously as smoke poured from broken windows.

Later, the living room is chaos. Alexa sits cross-legged on the floor while Bibi explains middle school politics with the seriousness of someone negotiating peace treaties. Mercy interrupts every few minutes with unrelated facts about bugs. Alan watches from the doorway with amusement, occasionally chiming in just to stir the pot. “This,” Alexa says eventually, gesturing at all of it, “is exactly how I pictured you.” I arch a brow. “Exhausted?” “Happy,” she corrects. “Dangerously so.” I smile into my mug.

“I’ll end this.” Alexa clapped her hands together lightly. “That’s the spirit.” She stood, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a sleek black pistol. She held it out to Kayla. Kayla hesitated for only a second before taking it, her fingers tightening around the cool metal. “I’ll handle the fire,” Alexa said smoothly. “A little gasoline, a spark, and by morning, Lexi’s mansion will be nothing but ashes.” Kayla’s breathing quickened, but she nodded. “What about Julian?”

Ember “Again,” Orion said, arms crossed, shadows curling lazily around his boots like snakes. I gritted my teeth and forced my palm open, willing the fire to rise. Heat shimmered across my skin, building, then sputtering out like a dying candle. Nothing. Not even a spark. “Impressive,” Orion drawled. “If we’re fighting a horde of mildly annoyed fireflies, we’re definitely not going to die.” “I swear to the gods, if you keep talking—” I began, only for a burst of steam to hiss from my fingertips and disappear with a pitiful pffft. Exhaustion and annoyance clouded my mind.

A swirl of blue fire burst from the stage, wrapping the night in mystery. Students gasped as illusions of running wolves and glowing forests danced in the fire. The flames formed images—battles of old, the first Alphas, the ancient wars. It was beautiful. And terrifying. Ryan leaned in. “This is wild…” Fenrik didn’t take his eyes off Dale. Linda moved closer to Agatha, whispering, “Something’s off.” Agatha nodded slowly. She didn’t know why, but the magic in the fire made her skin prickle.

Her eyes were blazing with a fierce light as she spoke. "I am a completely demonic bitch now, made of hellfire," she declared "Nothing can burn me anymore because I am made of fire." As the masked mafia men continued the sex, Alexa leaned into each thrust with a perverse sense of enjoyment. Each thrust seemed to fuel her ornery, her laughter still echoing through the room. A demonic laughter. Alexa lost in her madness compeletely. There is no going back. In the midst of the madness, Dionysus was a picture of indifference. Accustomed to the brutality of murder, atrocities, and every kind of violation, such orgy didn't even make him flinch. His attention is still on his phone and wines.

Again why did I find this whole idea to be terrible? “Don’t worry; the blue fire won’t hurt Alexis. Remember, she is related to them. Same blood, so it protects her.” Tarlek explains. That made me feel slightly better. I still had a weird feeling something bad was going to happen. Not sure what, but something. We all sat there watching Mykayla and Alexis do their thing. It was actually cool. I watched Mykayla form a small flame in her hand. Still unbelievably that my fiance can do shit like this. I stare at her in awe of her powers. It still amazes me that she is mine. As soon as the fire hit Alexis’s wrist, she dunked it in the fire, and I saw Mykenzie, Kylani, and Mykayla’s eye