And After The Fire A Novel Novels & Stories

I look up at him. The fire. In the books, it said that after the massacre of the Amadeus Pack, a fire ignited in the heart of the territory, believed to have been ignited by the gods. That it burned for three days and three nights, cremating the remains of the pack. He turns to face Eleanor more fully, his voice low. “Did you set it?” Eleanor doesn’t answer at first. Her eyes lower. Her expression grows somber. Then she looks up and meets his eyes.

Laughter, faint but real, drifted out from behind the glass. They thought they were safe. But fire doesn’t die. It waits. And I was done waiting. Tonight, I lit the first match.

I also appreciate honest critics as well. I promise that when I’m back, you’ll have a far more adventurous writing of Fire on Fire Book 2: ELIJAH. Thank you guys so much. Happy holidays!

he asked again “no, and what rumors?” “Good, then you shouldn’t have any problems in the afternoon. I’ll be back to talk you through it if you perhaps fear being poked with needles” he left with that not waiting for me to speak. I don’t fear syringes, I scoffed and what rumors was he talking about. I remained standing there until I had the sound of his car leave the parking lots and our automatic gates get shut.

WRITER'S POV Catherina felt a lot of pain. As she struggled to stand up to go to out of the attic, she unknowingly teleported to the front of their house. She lay there almost lifeless. The sky had started rumbling. There was thunder and lightning. The day now looked as if it was night because darkness took all over. All the calm volcanoes had already started shaking. A serious tornado had come up. The ground started shaking due to earthquake...

She was gone. The weeks after The Burning are a blur. I wandered the ruins of Seattle, the sky perpetually covered in a blanket of ash, the fires never fully extinguished. The air was thick, toxic in some places. People died from simple things—smoke inhalation, dehydration, infection. The world had turned into a graveyard, and I was just another ghost haunting the ashes. I don’t know how I survived. Maybe because I didn’t care if I did.

I hadn't been able to talk to Austin for days, so I didn't know how things were turning out for him either. I finally returned to school after the rumors eventually died down. Even though I was back in class, I dared not talk much to Austin anymore. I just stole fleeting glances at him every now and then, like someone guilty of a crime. Ever since I got grounded, Austin got back together with his usual friends, particularly Judith Myers, his closest friend. They used to be deskmates too, and since the both of them hadn't been interested in studying, they shared plenty of topics and interests.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

My legs burned. My chest hurt. But I didn’t stop. Because I knew— If I stopped, I might never leave. We reached a door. He pushed it open. Fresh air hit my face. I gasped. The night sky stretched above us. Dark. Wide. Endless. For a moment, I forgot everything. Then he pulled me forward again. We were outside. Behind the mansion. I could see trees. So many trees. More than I had ever seen before. The ground felt different under my feet.