City On Fire: A Novel Novels & Stories

The elders, as usual, sat silently in their thrones, watching the young vampires drop to one knee, waiting to be given the floor. “Speak first, Voilon,” growled one of the elders. Veilon rose from his knees. - The day was very tense. I did not want to distract you with everyday worries, but these little things turned into very serious problems. - Continue. hissed another old man. - The level of crime, attacks, thefts has sharply increased in the city. Moreover, as we found out, they are somehow connected with the clans of the night. There was a fire in the blood bank, which is under our control. Supplies to the slaughterhouse have been disrupted, many of our warehouses have been robbed. With

He took out several pictures from a big envelope and dropped them on the table before him. William slid the pictures over and examined them. He raised his brows after a quick glance. “These were the victims of the fire incidence in my city yesterday—the victims that you ordered to be burnt to death,” the mayor grumbled, glaring directly at William, then continued. “About a hundred and seventy people died from that fire yesterday—women and children most especially, and several others were left injured. All for what? Because of a mere suspicion you had that they were animals, shifters you call them.”

“The fire… it was bound here. This is where it began.” Images cascaded in Evelynn’s mind: wolves forming from sparks and smoke, creatures of shadow clawing at the light, hunters bending the magic for power, and a girl—her reflection twisted in the flames—standing alone, fire blazing in her hands, facing them all. “It’s… me,” she whispered, voice shaking. “It’s always been me.” Aiden’s grip on her hand tightened. “Not just you. It’s us. You and the fire and the bond we share. That’s why it’s drawn to you. That’s why it’s hunting you. Because it knows the fire can’t be controlled without… without you.”

“Let them watch. Let them learn. Fire begets fire. And I am the sun that will consume all shadows.” Outside, the city trembled. The air shimmered with heat, tension, and the promise of annihilation. Somewhere in the labyrinth of ruined streets and fire-lit towers, the stranger’s eyes glinted, ice against flame, calculating the moment to strike and to decide the fate of both mother and daughter. The war of fire, blood, and dominion had begun anew and this time, neither queen would emerge unscathed. A deafening explosion rocked the city, shaking both fortress and ruins alike. Flames erupted in a synchronized fury, sending fire spiraling toward the sky.

“One I’m not ready to make.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. But I needed the pressure. I needed the anchor. Because for the first time since I shifted… I wasn’t sure if I could survive what was coming next. The next morning, the city burned. Not from outside. From within. Saboteurs masked, cloaked, and reeking of spell-blood struck at dawn. A firebomb in the eastern tower. Poison in the southern well. Two commanders assassinated before the sun reached the sky.

People who had never heard that name an hour ago were now refreshing their feeds over and over like men possessed, and across a hundred expensive studies grown adults were rereading the same impossible headline three times in a row just to convince themselves their eyes were not lying to them. One man had set the whole city alight in a single evening, and the fire was only spreading. And yet, on the far side of that same blazing city, behind the tall gates of a mansion lit up with old music and candlelight, there sat one family that had no idea any of it was happening. How cruel fate could be when it wanted to be.

I am unable to look away, although I really don’t want to see what happens either. Her nostrils flare, and an inferno of red fire shoots out of her mouth. A blood curdling scream erupts from my father upon impact, causing a shiver to run down my body. Our father was many things – but he was no pussy. For him to be screaming like that, it must be absolutely excruciating.

She looked back toward the bed, where Jaxon slept in the half-light, the most dangerous man in the city, unaware of the tiny heartbeat that had just begun inside her. The storm outside wasn’t done, but inside her, another one was just beginning. The night after the fire, the air around the Morreau estate was soaked in the scent of smoke and salt, destruction clinging to everything like a curse that refused to wash away. The city lights burned duller, the world quieter, as if holding its breath for what Jaxon Morreau would do next, but the Don didn’t roar this time. He planned.

– Mina – The city didn’t wait for permission to burn. It answered Frankie’s executions with violence so loud it rattled windows and woke people who didn’t know their lives were already collateral. Smoke rose from Queens before the radios caught up, thick and black, the kind that clings to clothes and lungs long after the flames die.

POV: Lena The city was burning. Smoke clawed at the sky, thick and choking. Flames danced along alleyways, licking at buildings that had once been home to innocents, to memories, to a life I barely remembered. Wolves ran like shadows, snarling, leaping, tearing. Chaos was no longer a warning it was the world we were trapped in. My hands were slick with blood, my lungs screamed with every breath. My wolf thrummed beneath my skin, fierce, wild, ready to explode. But I forced it down, every instinct screaming at me to shift and tear, claw and rip.