La Casa Que Arde De Noche 소설 & 이야기

Fire. "Sofia, we have to get out of here! Now!" I heard Alex shouted, grabbing my arm urgently. We raced towards the door, the acrid smell of smoke growing stronger with each passing moment. The flames licked at the furniture, hungrily devouring everything in their path. The flames roared behind us, devouring the cottage that held the secrets of my family's dark past. Alex and I stumbled out into the open, gasping for air as the cool night breeze kissed our smoke-stained faces. But a sudden sight froze me in my tracks.

The first explosion ripped through the night at exactly 11:47 p.m. For one suspended second, Costa Nosa went silent—like the city itself was holding its breath. Then the world shattered. Glass burst from windows in every direction, raining down onto the streets like lethal snow. Car alarms screamed in panic as flames swallowed Lorenzo’s western gambling house, the fire climbing greedily toward the sky. The blast echoed across districts, rolling through alleyways and high-rise towers alike. Within moments, everyone knew—

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Turned to Rafe. “Burn it. All of it. Tonight Lisbon remembers my name.” Rafe’s grin was sharp enough to draw blood. “Thought you’d never ask.” Outside, the Lisbon boys moved fast, accelerants poured, crates cracked, matches flicked. I stood by the dock entrance, coat collar turned up against the cold wind, and watched the first flames lick at the roof. Orange and red in the glass panes. Somewhere in the dark, a ship horn moaned, distant and stupid to think it could outcry me tonight.

Argos' words trailed as he stepped toward me. We watched as Alassandra tilted her head back, and a loud scream escaped her lips; she threw the white ball of light forward into the darkness, flicking it toward the shadows. Our eyes were drawn to the massive ball of light that was expanding around us. We had no choice but to cover our eyes as the light was so intense that we were completely blinded by it. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and everything felt as if it was spinning. Suddenly, a loud growl was heard. I opened my eyes to find we were no longer in the manor but in the woods just outside the Valer dorm.

Raven ignored her, going to the tap with a glass cup and turning on the faucet as she said in one breath, "Mum, where's Armando? The one who cooks?" Annabelle turned to look at her daughter, and let her eyes sweep through her body. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Raven immediately gulped down the water, hissing when it didn't do anything to reduce the burn then put her hand under the faucet, splashing water on her face before groaning. "Why am I on fire?!" As she turned to face her Mother, there was an amused look on the older woman's face that weirdly irritated her. "What's funny?"

"you'll die at the guillotine." A bullet of solar red-hot violent rage rose up through my throat. I was nowhere close to conceding defeat. I bared my teeth, snarling and snapping at him as he drew closer. ***** ***CALISTA'S POV*** It was still dead in the night, and I was suddenly awakened by the sounds of fighting and clashing outside the house, and the sounds of crackling and smoky smell that was erupting from the roof. Everywhere was hot, and it seemed like the house was on fire.

**Chapter 98: Flames of Revenge** The guest house burned like a funeral pyre against the Miami night. I stood at the reinforced window of the safe wing, Julian tucked against my chest in a carrier while Hope slept fitfully in Lucian’s arms. Orange flames devoured the west wing where Chuck had been staying, roaring high into the sky. Black smoke billowed upward, carrying with it the acrid smell of scorched wood, fabric, and secrets.

"I'll dig another chamber nearby, bigger than this one. We'll plant crops underground. With the sunlight we channel in and the water supply, the heat during the apocalypse will actually help things grow. We just need a month of food stored up until the crops start coming in." We divided up the work and got everything ready just in time. Tomorrow, the heatwave apocalypse would arrive. That night, I curled up on the big bed in the cellar, holding Blazewing close while waiting for the apocalypse to begin. When I woke up the next morning, I could already feel the difference. The cellar was warmer than yesterday, rising from damp and cold to a cozy, comfortable temperature. Blazewing stretched on

He’d thought it was just business. He hadn’t realized it involved Maria. But Luca didn’t care. His family had died in front of him. And Maria was still gone. Luca left the man tied to the chair, facing his dead wife. He poured gasoline through every hallway. Soaked velvet drapes and mahogany furniture. The match flared bright. And the mansion burned. He stood in the garden, watching the flames kiss the night sky. The screams inside were guttural. Human. Luca didn’t blink.