City On Fire: A Novel Novels & Stories

It didn't need to be, but I craved this pain, relished it. The town slept, the lights off. I swooped in low, my wings grazing the tops of their houses, and I roared. She made me crazy. I wanted death, blood, a fight. Killing these humans would give me two of the three. With a burst of flame to their public building, it exploded. Humans poured from their homes, women screamed, children cried. I made one last pass before changing my course. Was anyone inside the burned building? A small part of me didn't want a human death on my hands. Acasia's words made it a smaller part than usual, so I refused to feel guilty.

Huge clouds of fire rose up into the sky, and as she got closer, she could already feel the heat. The sight below her took her breath away. The entire city seemed to be a great ball of fire. The few survivors she could spot ran through the streets, screaming, shouting. Others lay in the streets, lifeless, looking as if they had been infected by the Plague. Caitlin could sense that a great evil had been perpetrated here, and she could sense that it had been done by Kyle and his people. She felt sick to her stomach, and more intent than ever on killing him, if she should ever find him.

Hades Pov: I looked over the city from the condo that was located on the top of my 36 floors building. The city lights provided a dazzling view of the city. I liked the view but couldn’t find it mesmerizing as most people do. I decide to have a shower since the tiring day has worn me down and still there is a lot of work that needs my attention. The steam-caught mirror suddenly had me dragging towards it. My family emblem painted on my left side below stood against the other tattoos. In the smoky mirror, it looked like the colors splashed haphazardly. With the swipe of my hand, I removed the foggy wetness.

Savoring the spice and fruity mints of it as it slips down my throat. Ian is playing with fire and he knows but what he does not know is that this fire will not only burn him. It will skin him alive. He's the real son of Russian's Ex Don, Cassio and even if he was not worthy enough to rule the Russian mafia, he is the only son of Cassio and his death will cause an uproar. I can't have that. Moscow can't be bloody when I plan to bring life into it. Lives…. I don't plan on having just one child. I just can't kill him and I certainly won't allow him to keep messing with me. I need to set him back for good but it has to be without bloodshed or loss of lives and that is what is making this a bit

Nora said, her eyes wide with fear. "We just have to go home, but we will never speak of this again. Not among us not to anyone." Reggie said while still trying to control his breath. Alice brought out her inhaler from her backpack and hurriedly took some puffs from it. "Didn't know you were asthmatic." Nora said. Alice glared at her. "No offense," Nora said. "Can we focus on the main issue here?" Reggie said. "This incident should follow us to the grave. It's not cool to be caught up in a murder case and definitely not the way we planned to spend our sophomore year." Reggie said.

“Then we start at dawn.” Cassian smiled, small but genuine. “At dawn,” he echoed. The city was broken. The scars of the Rift would remain. But as Lena stood among her people, she knew—this was not the end. This was the beginning of something new. The night air was heavy with the scent of smoke and damp earth as Lena walked through the ruins of the once-great city. The fires had been doused, the wounded tended to, but the silence was deafening. It was the kind of silence that followed devastation—the kind that spoke of loss too vast to comprehend.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

"Thank you. For being willing to break the bond. To sacrifice everything. Even though you didn't have to." "I'd do it again in a heartbeat. You're worth it." I drifted off to sleep feeling safer than I had in weeks. The corruption was gone. The Shadow Court was denied. I was cured. We'd won. I woke to screaming. Not mine. Coming from outside. Caspian was already at the window. "Shit." "What? What is it?" He didn't answer. Just grabbed my hand and pulled me to look. The city was burning again. But not like before. This fire was different. Black flames that didn't spread naturally. Magic flames that consumed stone as easily as wood.

Because they had. "Jameson." Marco appeared in the doorway, his expression grim. "We'll handle the cleanup. You two should go." I nodded. "Make it quick." "Always do." Cat and I walked out of the safe house together, leaving Fiona's body behind. The sun was setting over Chicago, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. Blood and fire. Fitting. "You know what this means?" I asked as we reached the car. Cat looked at me. "What?"