Fire Nation Attacked Novels & Stories

Their guns and warriors were not enough for the rogues that started to surround them and attack instantly before they could reload. Nisha stopped at the entrance and turned to look at the damage to the city. Rogues and pack members still fought, but it was futile now. They’d overthrown the city, and those remaining hid in their homes. Rhys watched as steam rose from some of the houses, a few of the buildings catching fire from the pack’s own weaponry use.

"You’ll pay for this." The rogue leader laughed with a cold, mocking sound. "I doubt that. We’ve been waiting for you." With a swift motion, she signaled her men to attack. The remaining warriors, Tay and I, sprang into action, our movements fueled by grief and rage. I summoned my fire, the flames dancing around my hands and lightning raining down from the sky as I fought off the attackers. Tay shifted into his wolf form, his powerful body a blur of motion, tearing through the rogues.

Even in a deadly battle in his arms was my favourite place to be. “Have I ever told you you’re stubborn!” He nibbles on my ear, taking a brief moment to intake my scent to calm his wolf. “No, I don’t think you have!” I do the same, his scent helping to calm me also. “Enough! This has gone on long enough.” Fiona’s frustration shows through her tone of voice. “You will both die together!” She creates a small fire-bomb in the palm of her hands and catapults it at us. Lance doesn’t move until the very last moment, not keeping his eyes off it. As he tumbles us to the ground we break apart. I rush towards him as another fire-ball flies at us and he manages to dive out of its way.

Gods, we were too late, weren't we? We galloped uphill, emerging from the forest. My eyes drifted up to the sky, and my breath caught in my throat. Smoke, the heavy, poisonous cloud, rose above the valley—above Alletia. “No,” I choked out, looking down where the flames devoured more than half of the cottages. Next to me, Rafe cursed. Dearon moved to the front, his eyes scanning the village. “It's not just the fire. They were attacked.” A low, lethal growl laced his voice. “And those fuckers are still down there.”

Now it roared awake, and hungry. They reached the ridge, and the land below them was on fire. The village, a simple cluster of cottages and trading posts nestled between the trees, was being consumed. Roofs collapsed inward, sparks leaping toward the treetops. Wolves scattered in every direction… mothers clutching pups, elders coughing through the smoke. And beyond the flames, half-shrouded in morning mist, Silver Fang banners rippled in retreat. “Cowards,” Ryder growled, his voice shaking with fury. His golden eyes burned as he watched their enemies melt into the forest shadows. “They strike and run.”

“Am I supposed to keep track of every fire in the pack? Don’t we have people in charge of that? Or would you prefer I join the fire department to appease you and prove my awareness?” Elder Winston clears his throat, speaking only when he has my attention. “It wasn’t a natural…the fire was started by Alpha Fenwick, and his people, two others were targeted, but it was stopped before it escalated.” “He seems to be retaliating,” Gamma Cole says, sounding a little too excited. “And not to dwell on the past, but I said this would happen.” “How many were hurt?” “Several, most were lucky to have escaped with minor casualties but two died.”

he said, his voice sharp, breaking the tension. "We don't rebuild," replied Emereah. "We bring all our friends, all our power. The First Fire arrives, and this time… it will attempt to incinerate everything.". Vera's eyes swept the grounds, settling at last on the Elders. "You've made your peace already, have you?" she asked. "You've already chosen to burn once more." Emereah met her eyes, and for an instant the fire that burned in her heart seemed to grow stronger, like a furnace ready to blow. "I have," she replied quietly, then set her chin. "But this time we stand prepared. United."

Raiden's pov I let out a howl as we burst through the final line of the forest. The house was consumed by flames, black smoke rising to the sky and painting the night air with the stench of smoke and burnt flesh. There are a lot of the pack members surrounding the burning structure, mom and dad, Lester.....Damon. Everyone tries to help the firefighters who were part of the pack as well. But the flames seemed angry, relentless to eat the structure alive.

It’s got me restless tonight. The last time I saw that look in her eyes, we were attacked the very next day. I was only 10, but I remember it like yesterday. The rogues from the mountains attacked the south border. Somehow our Gamma found out as he was running from a neighboring pack and overheard some idiot talking about “Black Forest’s weak spot”. Let’s just say it wasn’t weak much longer, but we still lost three warriors.

“It isn’t.” The air around us shifted. Not like magic. Like something opening its eyes. Fia suddenly gasped, clutching her head. “It’s getting louder!” Finn grabbed her. “Fia, look at me. What’s happening?” “I see…” She swallowed hard. “I see fire. Cities burning. Wolves killing each other. The sky breaking apart.” Chase frowned. “That’s just the war…….” “No,” she whispered. “This is worse. This is after.”