Chariots Of Fire Novel Novels & Stories

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

It spread quickly, fire crawling up the walls, curling the stained wallpaper and charring the ceiling. Pausing a moment, Vergel tapped an earbud, swaying to the beat as he watched the pretty show. When the fire was licking at his boots, he finally returned to the creature and kicked it, hard, in the ribs. At the satisfying crack of bones, Vergel smiled cruelly, then bent and hoisted it over his shoulder. Whistling merrily, he walked out of the blazing house and got back on his bike.

When you stay alone for as long as I did, what better way is there to spend part of your time so you won't feel alone? I clear my throat. "What is the book about?" I say, pointing to his hands. "It's about a man who has to decide between saving his wife or his newborn son in a fire outbreak." I wince. That sounds harsh. Only if I understood French. I ran my hands over the front cover, mulling over what I was about to say next. "Can I ask you a question?" "Isn't that what you've been doing since we got to France?" "I meant something personal this time."

Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides. I fought back with all my might, but against those muscular men, I was overwhelmed and forced to the ground. I curled up, doing my best to shield myself. Nicole let out a piercing scream and threw herself over me, her small body trying to fend off the blows meant for me. I called out to her weakly, unable to push her away. Desperate, I managed to roll over, pulling Nicole underneath me to protect her. I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away.

Our family. Caden lights the boat. A moment of peace. Then— Explosions. Fireballs erupt from the trees, from the ground, from the sky. Screams erupt again. Humans flood our land with machine guns and war cries, turning sacred ground into a battlefield. Blood spills into the lake as I drag Caden behind cover, the scent of betrayal coating the air. ——— The city burns red with war. I stand soaked in blood, Caden at my side, unshakable. His fire dances across his skin like a crown of vengeance. Behind us, wolves from every pack rise—Alphas, Betas, Warriors. United. Deadly.

The bullet had gone clean through—painful as hell but nothing critical. I'd had worse. But all I could think about was Cat waiting at home, probably furious that I'd gotten hurt. She was going to kill me. The thought made me smile despite the pain. Isaac was secured in the vehicle behind us, unconscious and headed for a very unpleasant interrogation. The Russians were scattered, their crew decimated, Kozlov himself dead in the firefight. We'd won. But the victory felt hollow with my shoulder on fire and Cat's worried face burned into my memory.

I say as I take a seat and watch Charlotte pour a glass of wine She tenses at my words and immediately stops pouring. "Babe, I understand where you are coming from, I really do, but not everyone deals with breakups the same way" Charlotte says before she slides me the glass of wine I nod my head in response and use my pointer finger to circle the rim of my glass. "How is Amanda doing?" I ask Charlotte with a curious tone of voice Amanda is new to Charlotte's gang. She lives in the house that Charlotte and I used to reside in before we decided to adopt. She's an extremely nice woman, she even has a daughter.

The first floor had collapsed and just like that, marble and chandeliers and velvet rugs had turned to rubble. My body was flung backward from the force, my lungs closing in on dust and smoke. I would have hit the ground if Alec’s arm hadn’t wrapped around me, yanking me to his chest as debris thundered down where I had been standing just moment before. Chaos erupted inside. Men shouted in a dozen accents, chairs crashed, women shrieked. Guns were drawn oj instinct, shadows moving fast against the blaze. Somewhere, Stacy screamed Damian’s name. Somewhere else, I heard Skye’s high-pitched cry of terror.

They freeze in their tracks. We exit. The air is already thick with fuel, glistening everywhere. I nod once at Charles. He flicks the lighter. Flame arcs. Fire blooms, immediate, consuming. As the men shout to each other to put out the fire, we move. The house roars behind us. We don’t look back. What we don’t know, as we disappear into the distance, Mr. S arrives. He stands in front of Emma, fires once. A single bullet… center of her skull.

Nora asked. "Yeah, what about it?" Alice asked. "When my dad got to the scene, he found the car in flames and few officers were hurt," she said. Alice was shocked. "Jesus!" She screamed. "It's terrifying," Nora sighed. She decided to change the subject. "How are the boys? Are they awake?" She asked. Alice nodded, still trying to recover from her shock. "Let's go in then," Nora said and walked into the hospital. Alice dragged her feet lazily behind her. She was still immersed in her thoughts that she wasn't focused on her surroundings. She accidentally bumped into a man.