Bane Fire Rises Novels & Stories

Ayr cackled and pulled Reina together with herself, they went down the roof together. “Reina!!!” Mayna screamed. “No!!!!!” Red shouted in horror. ****** “W… What!!!!” Dane let out a loud scream as he looked at the burning mansion. What the hell is happening. Why's the place on fire? The firefighters were turning their hoses trying to bring the raging fire down while Dane watched in dismay. All he can think about is Ericka… Is she safe? Or she's still in there? “What's happening !?!!” Dane yelled out. A firefighter came and stood next to him.

Ajax pulls the earth behind my paw, caging him in as Kenna lets her fire creep slowly toward the warlock. “Last chance,” she says. I’m not sure if he’s stupid, or if he didn’t think she’d do it, but when her fire gets to him, she lights him up. Cal immediately douses him with water, while he screams, writhing in agony. The next time Kenna lights her fire it turned to hot steam burning his already burned skin. It doesn't take long before we get the coordinates for their coven.

he said, eyes already gone dark. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Time stopped. Matteo yelled something. Lazaro’s finger curled. And I knew he was going to pull the trigger. To be continued... Chapter 38 – Burn Them All Amara The city burns. Flames eat through rooftops like hungry mouths, smoke veils the sky until the sun itself disappears. Sirens scream like dying violins. Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal.

Her wails echoed in the night. I staggered to my feet. I felt the power. A force swirling around me, protective, angry, wild, more intense than anything I’d felt before. I am not the victim. I am not a disgrace. I roared, a low, fur-knitting sound filled with rage and triumph, and the flames leapt like obedient dancers. The world blurred in orange and ash as the fire spread upward, ripping through the priestess’s podium. Pillars collapsed. The sacred stones cracked. Torches toppled, spilled embers. Smoke rushed through the trees.

“What?” “The cake from Christine bakeries,” he said,“it’s going to go boom.” He laughed again. My head snapped up. My eyes locked on the cake, then Maurice standing right beside it alongside all those children. Wait. A bomb. There’s a bomb in that cake?

Air surged outward, catching the flame and pushing it back. The fire didn’t die. It grew. Blaze’s eyes flickered. “Again,” he said quietly. I lifted my hand. Fire answered this time. Not just mine. His. The two flames met between us— And fused. The heat spiked instantly. Not doubling. Multiplying. The circle glowed brighter. White-orange. Blaze stepped forward. “So that’s new,” he said. “Very new.” I pushed more air into the mix. The fire surged higher. Blaze didn’t pull back.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

His inner fire was burning blue with the heat and it was time to let it out. Phoenix rebirthing isn’t necessarily a painful process, but it also wasn’t meant to be weaponized. Nate felt the flames consume him as he ignited his whole body. Then he expanded the range of fire and watched it consume his enemies one by one. He got a few hits along the way, but stood strong and pushed the halo further.

Large trees are curtaining their way and the sky is barely visible. Lavi raises his hand and concentrates hard. Instantly, a ball of fire appears, floating on his palm. “Does it hurt?” Anna asks him. “No, it won’t hurt me,” Lavi says. His skin is intact but the heat from the fire is different from a normal flame. Anna, who is standing a few feet away, can feel the heat even from a distance. “Do not stray too close,” Lavi warns. “This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.”

Alex is there in a heartbeat, grabbing a stick, lighting it with a snap of his fingers, wielding it like a torch against the nearest attacker. Liam moves toward the Queen, but she’s already fighting, wreathing her fists in sickly green flame, blasting it into the face of the first man dumb enough to approach. He crumples, screaming, and the smell of burning hair churns Zayla’s stomach. Zayla and Bella end up back-to-back, as if by instinct, hands out, palms up. The first brute who tries to leap the log is incinerated mid-air, a ribbon of violet fire carving him in two. But there are so many more, and the flames alone won’t hold them.