Gates Of Fire Novels & Stories

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

Tres fretted. “Just grab your coat, let’s go!” Tres hurriedly threw his arms into a hoody, muttering, “Okay, okay.” He opened the door and they dashed into the hallway. At the end of the corridor, James could see softly flickering orange lights; the fire was burning somewhere below. He stole a quick glance towards the lounge and saw flames building through the glass door. That end too? In that brief moment of hesitation, he couldn’t help but wonder why the alarms had not gone off yet. He shook it off and turned to Tres. “We need to get as many out as we can, got it?” Tres swallowed back his fear and nodded.

Author’s POV Louis stood near the wide glass window of his office, watching the chaos unfold outside the main gate. Reporters crowded like vultures, microphones raised, cameras flashing nonstop. Security struggled to hold the line, shouting orders that nobody seemed interested in following. It looked less like a corporate building and more like a war zone. Sirens wailed in the distance, adding to the madness.

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.

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

I vaulted down the stairs right behind him, swinging my leg over the Sovereign. "You aren't going out there alone," I told him, kicking the engine to life. The deep, flawless Origin-Code combustion purred beneath me. "Wouldn't dream of it, Ghost," Dax said, pulling his bandana up over his nose. The massive hydraulic gears of Coldwater’s main gates groaned. Dust and rust fell from the hinges as the sixty-foot durasteel doors slowly parted, revealing the sprawling, chaotic army waiting outside. The roar of the crowd died down instantly. Thousands of eyes locked onto the gates.

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.

They knew better than to push their mother too far, especially during such a significant ritual. As the ritual drew to a close, Sevena led the family in a final prayer, their words a whispered invocation to their ancestors. The flames of the sacred fire flickered and danced, casting shadows that seemed to dance with the spirits of their forebears. As they made their way back through the forest, the mood was somber yet filled with a sense of connection to their past. They had honored their ancestors in the traditional manner, reaffirming their commitment to their heritage and the legacy of their family.

--- The Firegate was not what she had built in her imagination. She had constructed something from her father's memories. From the glimpses in his dream. Volcanic rock. Fire. A stronghold. And it was all of those things. But— *Larger.* The scale of it defied easy comprehension. The Gate had opened at the base of a mountain range unlike anything in the mortal world. The peaks were active. All of them. Lava moving in slow rivers down their flanks. Illuminating the sky from beneath in that deep ancient red.

But by then, I had already let go of everything. My form had gone completely transparent, ready for the next chapter. Ahead of me lay a path bright and open. My passion would never fade, my devotion would outlive even after my final breath.