Gates Of Fire Novels & Stories

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Six — “What the Fire Left Behind” The door clicked shut, and Evelyn stood frozen on the other side, her hand still gripping the handle like it might turn back time. Her breath left in shallow bursts, eyes stinging as the weight of what she'd just done pressed down on her chest. She hadn’t just shut him out. She had carved a line in fire between them—and for once, it didn’t make her feel powerful.

They burst through the back door just as explosions rocked the dockyard. The Syndicate was wiping the site. They ran, ducking under collapsing cranes and leaping over burning debris, until they reached the boat Victor had hidden earlier. Behind them, Port Viera went up in flames the sea reflecting red and orange like liquid fire. Hours later, the two sat in silence as the small boat cut through dark waters. The world behind them burned, but the battle ahead loomed larger. Adanna finally spoke. “If my mother’s alive or whatever she is I have to find her.”

To be precise, it was Simon who had smashed open my front door with his men and slaughtered their way through. Sally, Serena McFadden, and the rest of my crew had died from stray bullets. I had broken down, screaming again and again, "I didn't hurt her!" Simon had ignored me and coldly pressed a button in his hand. With a deafening boom, the three core armories I had bled to build were gone in an instant. In this life, I didn't want him anymore, and I wouldn't hurt Giara. I just wanted everyone to live.

Its sleek grey walls rose up like a fortress, devoid of windows and backdoors, presenting a seemingly impenetrable barrier. The dozen guards stationed around the perimeter only added to the place’s formidable defense. Adam Meyer had clearly spared no expense in ensuring his wife’s safety. Normally, a difficult job like this would have excited Ilana, shooting her up with adrenaline. But right now, all she could think of was Calix and the devastating consequences her actions would have on the man she'd started to care about. The only point of entry were the wrought iron gates - flanked by two guards - that led to a narrow driveway and then onto the main door. The main door was also guarded, ju

a defender shouted. “Form ranks!” Gabriel’s voice thundered across the courtyard. “Spears to the gate! Shields in front!” The men obeyed, forming a desperate line before the failing doors. Their faces were grim, eyes wide with fear but burning with resolve. Lucy moved instinctively, joining those who carried water to splash across the shields, ready to extinguish the fire they knew would follow. Her hands shook, but she forced them steady. The ram struck again and the gates burst inward with a sound like thunder tearing the sky.

His large hand was flat against her heart, feeling it leap like a trapped bird behind her ribs. "We have thirty-nine minutes, Isabella," he rasped, his voice a low, terrifying covenant written in the dark. "At 0530, the fire script deploys. At 0600, the gates drop." "Then don't waste a single second of the immunity," she whispered, her fingers trailing down his jawline, pulling his mouth back down to hers with an absolute, imperial authority that left no room for the law. The storm outside was completely dead, but inside the bedroom, the breaking point had come and gone, leaving the Ghost and his queen completely naked in the ruins of the empire.

​There was a deafening roar as the flames devoured the thick wood instantly, superheating the metal plating until it melted into glowing liquid slag. The shockwave blew the massive double-gates completely off their hinges, sending splintered timber and blinding sparks flying in every direction. The guards stationed outside were thrown backward by the sheer concussive blast, landing heavily in the dirt, unconscious and charred. ​The fire didn't stop at the doors.

"What did I say about lies, Davinia?" "You don't tolerate lies." I manage to mutter beneath my breath. "Glad to know your memory works perfectly. Your punishment awaits, Davinia." I watch him close his MacBook and return it to its case. My body is humming with excitement and nervousness. It's foreign and new but I don't hate it. Like he instructed, I await it. Luckily or unlucky for me, we reach the front of a large black metal gate. Behind it, a little above its height, I can see the crowns of the pointy roof top, a three stories and by the sides of it are buildings of almost the same height.

“Good choice.” Once the barrier is fully down, we all step over the edge of where it had invisibly stood against us and through where the gates once held us back. The fire engulfing the fencing is still burning, but the smell has changed so I know the wolfsbane and silver have burned off of the metal, but it will blaze until Justine puts it out.

If there is a way, it is in this book. He runs his finger over the various titles of prophecy and catastrophic tales, and stops when he reads: “Hell's Gate”. - Hell's Gate. – reads aloud. - Should be it. – Gary says.