Fire Night Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

She needs safety. She was still sitting there, holding her purse, breathing slower now but her eyes…. They weren’t scared anymore. There was fire in them. Fire strong enough to burn me alive. And maybe this time… I won’t fight it.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

“Where have you been? Not hurt, are you? Burnam was asking for you.” “He found me, all right,” said Joe bitterly. “Is the camp burned out? Who set it on fire?” “Why, nobody!” said the other woods-rider. “What made you think of such a thing? It was an accident—carelessness, rather. The nigger that tends the pump went off and left it while the still was working. The engine went wrong and stopped running water into the retort. It got hot, and the top of the still blew off. The red-hot rosin flew like rain, and the whole place was afire in two seconds. Where were you all the time?”

After a few more seconds of scanning the area, Scar found the little one with a careful eye. She was on her knees in front of the fire with her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. Her lips were pulled into a straight line as her head tilted forward toward her bent legs. The flaming heat didn't seem to phase her as she kneeled there in quiet agony. She wore one of Scar's shirts with her large boots that were placed on her feet lazily, it was as if she had just jumped straight out of bed and ran all the way here, Scar imagined that had been the case. With a heavy heart, Scar ventured toward her before sitting behind his broken woman, his legs bent on either side of her with his arms placed s

the girl replied kinda confused on her own "Kid,do you know the person ?"he huffed "No I don't. She just had green eyes and well a crimson colored hair. She said I should call Melanie that'll I know the.....sir!!" the girl yelled watching Lewis dash off The only being in this world that matches with that description is Fiona Arriving at the restaurant he met the greatest shock of his life The restaurant was on fire "Melanie !"he yelled loudly watching the building burn. "Melanie !!"Lewis screamed again trying to enter the buring building

From the day i was born my mother always told me i was a fireball, but she never knew at the age of fifteen that i would become not only the first of our kind to attain the power of fire but the only of our kind that didn't shift into a lycan but instead some type of hybrid of a hellhound and a werewolf but also coming with the ability to manipulate fire. some called it a gift but to me it was a burden no matter where i went my entire life I've been one big ball that people just can't seem to understand, It also didn't help that i could care less to help them understand either.

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.

“You okay?” “Mm-hmm.” “You’ve been staring at that paragraph for ten minutes.” I smiled faintly. “Just thinking.” “About him?” she asked carefully. “About both of them,” I admitted. She sighed but didn’t push. We’d had this conversation too many times. It wasn’t until later, when the sun dipped behind the buildings, that Jessy gasped and pointed at the TV. “Oh my god, Haven—look!” The news anchor’s voice filled the room: “…and rising author Haven Thorne’s debut novel, The Glass Garden, continues to top charts nationwide…”

Ashlyn smiled, her eyes glowing that same impossible blue. "I'm what you wanted to become." The lights went out. In the darkness, a scream. A thud. And when the lights returned... Penelope was gone. But on every screen, a countdown had begun: "The truth about Project Phoenix - Live in 10...9...8..."