Fire Road Book Novels & Stories

He laughed "I love you, Ravenna North" "And I love you, Axel North" * This is the literal end of Fire and Ice! Finally! I just wanna say a big thank you to all the people that read to this point and also to the people that cared enough to text me on my g***l which is still ojegift99@g***l.com. I love you all so much and I'd miss you all terribly ಥ╭╮ಥ If you're asking if they would be a sequel on Briar and Kyle?

I left the car door open in my haste to make it closer to the ensuing battle, calling forward Thalia as I ran and letting flames engulf me and I pulled my focus and balled up fire in my hands ready for use. As soon as I had an opening I hurled a fireball at the side of a northern wolf, and the shock seemed to freeze the battle for a moment as all eyes turned towards me. Using the distraction to my advantage I quickly shot off three more flames hitting my target each time with a force that caused them to stagger back before the burns registered and their screams broke the shock. Only now all the norther efforts were focused on me, thirty sets of glowing blue eyes as teeth were barred and mout

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

CHAPTER ELEVEN – FIRE AND LIES The fire spread faster than I thought possible. Flames licked the ridge like angry fingers, cracking the earth beneath our boots. The air was thick, choking, each breath burning my lungs. Luca clung to me, eyes wide with terror, and I felt a pulse of raw fear that made my hands shake—but I forced it down. There was no room for fear. Not now. Bishop’s laughter echoed over the inferno, carried by the wind like a promise of death. He had positioned himself above us, eyes glinting with satisfaction. And the second spark plug… glowing faintly red, perched on the edge of the ridge like a ticking bomb.

The pack driver turned his head to inform her line that a massive forest park fire had just broken out in the dry timber lines. Charis's dark eyes suddenly light up with pure malice as a lethal idea clicks inside her brain. Her memory recalls the unexpected fire that had broken out when Logan and Brooke were still occupying her sector of the Citadel last winter. She wasn't physically present at the scene at the watch, but her ears had heard from company employees that it was a highly massive, devastating incident. "My stone heard on the news waves that the flames are still spreading rapidly through the timber," the driver states, shaking his skull in deep remorse for the valley.

Those were books about my father that I had gotten from the library with great effort, how could someone just come up to burn it? "What are you doing?!" The stunning redhead ignored me and threw another book into the blaze of fire. I gave up trying to talk to her and tried to focus on saving my books the best that I could. I saw a hose connected to a tap for watering the gardens and I turned the water on before picking up the hose and moving towards the fire. As I ran towards the pile of unburnt books, the redhead raised an arm blocking my way with a pompous expression on her face.

Maya's pov Sophie stayed at the evacuation center while I went back with Franco. The fire had grown. Red flames against dark smoke. Heat you could feel from a mile away. “We’re creating a firebreak here.” Franco pointed to a line on the map. “If we can stop it before this road, we save the town.” “And the Barrett farm?” “Already gone. Fire jumped the creek an hour ago.” My chest hurt. Sophie hives. Her barn. Everything.

The fortress was chaos. Wolves rushed with buckets and soaked hides, trying to smother the flames that devoured the eastern corridor. Children cried as mothers herded them into the cold night. Sparks rained from the rafters, catching in fur and hair, forcing frantic hands to beat them out. The air was thick with smoke, bitter and choking. And everywhere, eyes cut toward me. The whispers rose even through the roar of fire. “It started when she woke “Look at her hand “The Harbinger fire she’s losing control

I was getting nowhere like this; I dodged her fiery balls of rage. Greta’s chest rapidly fell up and down. The more she let her anger dictate her actions, the more reckless and exhausted she became. The room filled with smoke as small fires began to crackle as they joined together. The decaying wood was the perfect food to fuel the fire. In the blink of an eye, the fire was growing faster and more robust. With the fire spreading and the treated timber on the walls, inhaling these fumes were dangerous. How could Greta, a damn fire witch, be this stupid?