Fire Horse Book Novels & Stories

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Three Shadows in the Light By midday, Evelyn was knee-deep in the far pasture, boots caked with mud and sweat sliding down her spine beneath the thin cotton of her tank top. The early May sun blazed high, unforgiving, and every muscle in her body ached from the morning’s work. The fencing on the west ridge had collapsed again—likely due to the storm last week—and her herd had been curious enough to start testing boundaries. Rebellion ran through her cattle like it ran through her blood.

He whispered something in the Don’s ear. The Don listened, then turned to me, a playful smile on his lips. “Madeline, it seems your ‘old friend’ has arrived. He’s brought his last remaining asset—that important shipping dock on the East Harbor—and is begging for a meeting, seeking the Vitiello family’s protection.”

“Please Hades don’t burn me. Please. I have done nothing wrong. Please don’t hurt me” He did not give a reply. “Sas parakaloúme” (Please) This time a kiss came onto my lips slowly and gently. I did not give in because a moment later something really hot was on the inside of my finger. It burned my flesh. A new round of tears leaked as I tried to remove my hand. He didn’t let this happen. He kissed my neck. But nothing could keep me from crying as something burned my finger. The faint smell of flesh burning entered my nostrils. I groaned from the pain and my head collided with the railing as I threw it back.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

Unknown pov I was very angry, furious, and very disoriented, my men refused to help me find the last white wolf, it's starting to piss me off, I need her beside me so that I will become the stronger pack of all with her gift. Just then one of my men enter "tell me you find her already" "no sir, we did not see any white wolf, maybe the person is not of age yet" he replied me frightening

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

Was that their plan this whole time, kidnap me and sell me to the king? After a while the gentle rocking of the horse sends me to sleep again. A women and a child are walking in the streets, not just any women, that looks like my mother which means that child has to be me, "Remember darling," my mother warns, you mustn't tell people that you're a fire slifer, people will want to use your power for evil, you don't want to be a bad guy now do you?" "No mommy." I reply, at least I think that's me, I'm only watching this from a third person's perspective but it looks like a 7 year old me.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Then—an explosion. The fire surged, twisting unnaturally, moving with purpose, as though it were alive. A wave of heat slammed into me. I turned my body, shielding the child as I rolled out of the way, the flames licking at my back. Pain flared, sharp and searing. My wolf howled in agony, but I clenched my teeth. I could heal. The child couldn’t. The fire withdrew as quickly as it had come. I forced myself to my feet, gripping the girl tightly in my arms.

The Hova riders moved en masse, no one leading them, and their horses kept galloping towards them at full speed, with no intention of slowing down. "They're just going to run us over," Voty said, her voice faltering. "No, they're not." Pakuri's hands began to glow as she closed her eyes and inhale and exhaled. An enormous, swirling ball of fire grew from her palms. One of the Hova at the front line yelled something unintelligible from where the girls stood, and the mass parted in two, trying to surround the girls. "I'll get the right side," Pakuri said.