Novel & Cerita Firebreather Duncan

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

Danny This entire day, this entire shift has been hectic from the moment we stepped foot in the firehouse. From the calls to the paperwork to my firefighters but despite all of that, it wasn’t any of those things that were keeping me up tonight. There was only one thing that was on my mind, one person on my mind and she was on the other side of my doors fast asleep just like everybody else. Malia Dawson, the one and only. She’s been on my mind all goddamn day and it’s been bugging the fuck out of me.

And I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever it was, it was connected to The Burning. “I found something out while I was out there,” Ben continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. “Something I didn’t want to believe at first.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” Ben looked around, making sure no one was listening, and then leaned in closer. “One of the soldiers in my unit—his name was Carter—he died in the first wave of attacks during The Burning. But before that, he told me something… something strange.” “What?” Ben’s eyes were intense, his voice low and urgent. “Carter said he’d been in contact with someone here. In New Haven. Before the fires broke out.”

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.

Duncan was silent for a moment before he burst out laughing so hard that he held his stomach and wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes. “I told you I wouldn’t side with anyone,” Duncan said. “As a Beta, I would prevent you from doing anything bad to the Mountain Volcano Pack because your son is their future Alpha.” I nodded. Duncan and I stared at each other for more than two minutes. He seemed hesitant to say something to me. “I told you once that you didn’t have to be as cruel as the late Alpha Frederic and follow his ambition to be known as a strong Alpha and feared by all,” Duncan said in a low voice, not wanting to offend me or I would think he was lecturing me.

However, his elder brother, in his Lycan form, swiftly sank his fangs into Duncan's attire, effortlessly lifting him from the ground and began to run, dodging the next flame from the dragon above them. The fire had hurt Prince Aedric, but he held Duncan tighter as he wove his way through the burning corridors, fast. His hideous claws dug into the ground with force and power, making him run swiftly. “No! Mother! Father! I must get them! We can't leave them like this!” Duncan yelled, twisting in his grip, tears streaming down his face. Prince Aedric mind-linked with him. *They are dead, Duncan.* Just that sentence was enough to freeze him in horror; his mind went blank, senses clouded with not

A few seconds later and I heard Duncan scream as he released his hold on my hair. I fell on the ground and looked back at Duncan. The fabric on his wrist burned and he immediately tapped on it until the fire went out. Hands grabbed my shoulder and helped me up on my feet, but I was too busy staring at the mark on Duncan’s wrist to even care who was beside me at the moment. It was the burned mark of the serpent. “You...You’re one of them.” I whispered while staring at Duncan. He looked at me with pure hatred before raising his gun at us. Fortunately, Duke and Falco tackled him before he could even fire.

“One.” Duncan chuckled, the sound low and broken. “Alive? That’s rich, coming from the man who destroys everything he touches.” He leaned closer to Ruby, his voice dropping into a poisonous whisper. “Did he tell you that, sweetheart? That every woman he claims eventually burns?” “Enough!” Ethan’s voice thundered, the sheer force of it shaking the air. His wolves tensed, the room thick with the scent of violence waiting to ignite. Duncan’s icy eyes gleamed with triumphant malice. “There it is,” he said softly, savoring the moment. “The beast beneath the gentleman.”