Firelight Novels & Stories

“Then she can't either.” Her finger trembled on the trigger. “You are mine.” Her eyes were wild. “Only mine.” Louis slowly stood up. “Give me the gun.” His voice carried a quiet threat. Siana laughed weakly. “I love you so much.” Her eyes looked empty. “And you don't care at all. Her breathing became uneven. “Fine.” She smiled strangely. “Then I will take you with me.” Her finger started pulling the trigger. “I can't live without you.” Tears streamed down her face.

The next evening, I went to the Ravenwood night market alone. The downtown street outside the packhouse had been closed for the full-moon fair. Food trucks lined both sides of the road, neon signs glowed in storefront windows, and young wolves gathered around the training square where blue moonfire burned in metal drums. Moonfire was a ceremonial flame made from silver-pine resin and moon oil. It burned bright and beautiful, hot enough to scar if someone got careless, but it wouldn’t kill a wolf the way wolfsbane would. In our pack, an Alpha danced through the moonfire before choosing his Luna. It was old-fashioned, a little reckless, and ridiculously romantic. In my last life, Kyle had lear

It was a flame. Burning bright. ---

Firelight. They were willing to burn fuel, huh—even set up a bonfire. Well, that made sense. It was freezing out here. Who could stand it for long without some warmth? Ray didn't use a flashlight. With a brief activation of spatial perception every now and then, everything within eight meters—front, back, left, right—was crystal clear. Where could a blind spot possibly be? It was clearer than daylight, so it was completely impossible to sneak up on him. He moved closer without making a sound.

she whispered, unable to keep the quake from her voice, “don’t look back.” “I already did.” His jaw locked. “Too late.” Light exploded across the abandoned clearing, violent, blinding, a burst of moonfire that clawed the shadows off every stone. Sienna instinctively shielded her face, but Ryder didn’t. He stood exposed beneath the storm of radiance, breath torn from him as if the light fed on his pounding heart.

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape. I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.

“That one, it’s different. It doesn’t come out often. But when it does I can't tell it’s bad.” Mira’s smile faded a little. She looked serious now. “The fire is stronger,” she said. “It’s more dangerous than the lightning. Not just because it burns, but because of what it feeds on.” “What do you mean?” I raised a brow. “It’s tied to your anger,” she said. “But also your pain. Your loss, your rage. The fire in you isn’t just heat, it's emotion made real.” I blinked, unsure of what to say. “So I shouldn’t use it?”

I refused to scream anymore. Then the sky roared. A deafening CRACK split through the night. Lightning. Before anyone could react, the bolt struck a nearby tree with a force that shook the ground. The explosion of sound and light sent a shockwave through the clearing, momentarily blinding everyone. The tree ignited instantly, flames racing up its trunk, devouring everything in its path. Sparks leapt to the surrounding areas and within seconds, the dry forest caught fire. The wind fed it, turning the small clearing into a ring of flame.

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.