Fire Night Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

"She said she needed our counsel on urgent pack business. Asked us to meet her at the old ceremonial hall. When we arrived, she greeted us warmly. Told us to make ourselves comfortable. Then she said she needed to retrieve some documents and would be right back." He paused, and Killian could see tears tracking down the scarred tissue of his face. "She locked the doors from the outside. We didn't realise at first. Then we smelled smoke. The fire started so fast—unnaturally fast. We screamed. Clawed at the doors. Called for Lauren, begged her to let us out. But she didn't come." The silence was suffocating. "We burned," Gaius continued, his voice breaking. "All of us. Penelope—Deka's wife—she

Nicholas' witch was muttering spells under her breath trying to stop Ruby from whatever it was she was doing but that just seemed to make the fire to grow higher and spread wilder, scaring Ruby more than she already was. "What's happening to me?! Somebody help!" That was when Clara and Van Langston finally came in. The fire that the brunette created was already weakening Nicholas, so all Clara had to do was push him a little farther towards the brink of death and Emmett came in to finish the job. Van, noticing the situation Ruby was in, vamp-sped towards her, trying to avoid getting burned to death before he finally was by her side. He held her close before vamp-speeding back to their so-cal

he stated coldy The two glanced at me for a while and let go of my arm Thank you Lord! I ran to the penthouse and locked the door "Oh nanny!...guess what happened to me today?" 🥀 Penny POV🥀 "Max help!"I yelled seeing Max... I don't know how the kitchen caught fire I was just cooking and then... Boom! It exploded Max got hold of the fire extinguisher...he pulled the pin aiming the nozzle at the out ranging fire He swept it from side to side... within minutes the fire died down

someone shouted. Penelope clutched at her chest, her breath hitching as the burning sensation intensified. The heat from the coffee was unbearable, seeping into her skin like fire. Her eyes stung with tears, not just from the pain but from the sheer cruelty of what had just happened. Rosa, on the other hand, simply stood there, watching with a look of satisfaction on her face. “That’s what you get,” she said coldly. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before messing with me.”

Elena – Ashfang Pack The first strike came with no warning. No horns. No howls. No war cry. Only flame. One moment, the woods were quiet. The next, the northern sky turned red. Then the trees exploded. I bolted upright, my skin slick with sweat, Silas already half-dressed beside me, his body coiled with tension. “North ridge,” he said, voice sharp. “I know.” We were moving before the next blast hit—pulling on leathers, grabbing blades, tearing through the tents with ash already raining down. Screams pierced the morning fog. Fire flickered along the treetops like lightning that refused to vanish.

I roll when I feel my fur burning, quickly extinguishing the fire on my body. I look around, hearing the yelps of other wolves as they also try to put out the fire on their fur. Water rises out of the ground, and I see Morgan pushing her water element toward us, helping to put out the fire on the burning wolves. Her mate, Aithlin, was one of the elves who helped to dig us out of the trench. I hear another scream of agony, and I see Kenna blasting her fire at Kenzo and Laiken. And then I see her, high in the sky as she faces off against Kenna.

The low hum of a group organized. We found them. Not all of them. Not yet. But enough to see a pattern. A fire burned in the circle. A robed figure spoke in a voice like gravel. The rogues listened. They obeyed. I signaled back. We had what we needed. We had knowledge. We also had a risk. Before I could make the call, a twig cracked beneath my boot. One of the rogues looked up. His head turned my way like a tide noticing the moon. He howled. The circle rose.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

Not waiting to behold the fallout, I scramble out of the dining room, fleeing back to the nursery. Once back in the room, I ignite a taper from the room's only wall sconce. I make my way to my dark cell, lighting the little oil lamp on the nightstand next to my sleeping pallet. The small oil lamp sheds enough light for me to open my newly acquired trunk and grab another woolen tunic. I change and performing a cursory exam of the fading burn marks on my thighs, relieved that the soup is not any hotter because this is a time where I could die from a splinter.

And she had already decided to kill. She slipped inside, with Kieran clinging behind her like a shadow. The two went straight for the room where the energy was strongest. When she pushed the door open, Anya was there, a mass of black mist clawing toward the neck of a sleeping woman on the bed. Seraphina raised two fingers and sent a small blaze of soul fire shooting forward. It struck Anya squarely. Anya shrieked and pulled back at once, then froze when she saw Seraphina and Kieran. In the next instant, she tried to flee.