La Casa Que Arde De Noche Novels & Stories

When he did, his voice was razor calm. “Where are you?” “Safe,” Bianca said, though the word felt like ash. “Snipers. DeMarco’s people, or whoever he paid.” There was silence on the line then the soft sound of Matteo lighting a cigarette. “Go home,” he said quietly. “I’ll handle it.” “Matteo, don’t ” But he’d already hung up. By dawn, fire licked the horizon. The DeMarco estate outside Washington burned like a funeral pyre. Windows burst from the heat, fountains boiled dry, marble cracked under the weight of vengeance.

She didn't waste any time and went to the door that leads to the main dining area but just like the back door, it cannot be opened. Maddie's breathing hitched as she tried to look around. The lights are still flickering and the windows are just skinny so she cannot go through them. Then suddenly, the two gas ranges exploded. Maddie squealed and fell to the floor. She covered her head and tried to calm down but her tears started to flow uncontrollably. Her heart is about to explode too due to intense fear. She cannot even understand what is happening. The fire quickly spreads in the kitchen and in no time, Maddie is surrounded with flames. "Help! Somebody help me!" She tried to shout but her

I'm staring up at the top parapet when it occurs to me to look down. Her door is open. I scream as I charge down the stairs. I will kill her. Not my bride but Acasia. She wouldn't dare. I burst into the room to find it empty. Fire leaves my human throat and the bedding goes up in flames. My bride will pay dearly for running from me, and I will have revenge on Acasia.

We were the storm that would answer her fury with fire of our own. ********* Night poured like ink across the Watchers’ stronghold, no stars, no moon, just a suffocating stretch of black sky pressing down. I couldn’t sleep, and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to. My skin felt too tight. My blood too loud. I stood alone in the candlelit corridor outside the chamber we’d been given. The flames danced strangely tonight, longer, flickering in odd directions, almost whispering to me.

"I don't want to go back to that house... I can't breathe there. Every move I make, Dad has something to say about it. I don't want to go home... please, don't take me back." She still seemed drunk... but I knew Alina. She hated letting anyone see her like this, hated showing this vulnerable side of herself. She never wanted anyone to see her cry, yet here she was, breaking down again in front of me. Maybe it was the weight of everything she's just discovered... maybe it was all the pressure from her father finally pushing her to the edge. I looked at her closely, and without even thinking, my hands moved to gently hold her. I could feel her trembling, a clear sign she couldn't handle going

No, these flicker and dance with a dark blue light, sparkling like the night. How strange… If someone stood from a distance, they’d never believe that this house is on fire. It doesn’t look like it’s on fire. But if you reach out to stroke them, the heat will hit you. They’re more ferocious than ordinary flames, even with the ability to burn Lycans. This house… is on fire… And my family are all in there… Tyler and Leonardo appear by my side, trying to hold me back, but I fight off my advisors, kicking dirt as I sprint towards the house and plunge into the blackening void.

Distant screams drifting from the house made him pause his… ‘gardening. Dusting his hands off, he took slow strides toward the back door. The smell of smoke singed his nostrils. Pressing his forearm to his nose, he scanned each room for the source. He saw someone running through the smoke and stopped them. “Why is my house on fire, Bogdan?” Bogdan continued running, the ax bouncing on his shoulder, throwing behind him, “It’s coming from the girl's room-” Romero’s mouth twitched. - “She’s locked inside, and we can’t get the door open.”

But the God’s were not listening on this night. Edmond ran back into the fiery house,, choking on fresh smoke, still yelling her name, Edmond disappeared from Arabella’s sight. Seconds later, the rest of the roof caved ing. Arabella’s screams could be heard over the raging fire. In the distance, fire engines could be heard coming up the mountain rood. They would be too late.

Her eyes flashed with a psychotic, terrifying glee as she watched the men begin unscrewing the caps of the metal canisters, splashing gasoline over the cutting tables, the fabric rolls, and the white roses sitting in the central lounge. ​She pulled a heavy brass lighter from her pocket, flicking the wheel. A bright, dancing orange flame burst to life in the dark, reflecting wildly in her bloodshot, unhinged eyes. ​"Burn," Selene whispered into the quiet night, her voice dripping with pure, venomous malice. "Burn it all to hell, Ariana." ​She tossed the flaming lighter through the open door onto the gas-soaked floorboards. ​A massive, violent wall of orange fire erupted instantly, roaring thr

I whisper. Because I can already see it. Even before we stop. Smoke. Dark. Thick. Rising into the night sky. “No, no, no…” Leon pulls the car to a stop before I can even process it. I’m out before he says anything. Running. Ignoring the heat, the smell, the growing panic in my chest. “My house!” I scream, my voice breaking. “No—!” Flames. Everywhere. The building is burning. Not completely gone— But enough.