La Casa Que Arde De Noche Novels & Stories

The night had descended into chaos, a violent dance of blood, betrayal, and survival. The explosion had shattered the already fragile safehouse, sending debris and smoke into the air. The sharp stench of burning wood mixed with the acrid scent of gunpowder, and the dim glow of emergency lights flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows in every corner. It was in this hellscape that Rafael and Sophia’s worlds collided once again.

Ler was one of those, while Ayla made use of her day helping with the construction works in some civilian houses. It was shocking to see that one family’s house had completely fallen down. “The Li family lost everything, one of the kids is gone, a demon took his soul.” ‘And these people wouldn’t even be able to defend themselves.’ She turned to see the person who revealed this piece of sad news, and was perhaps happier than she should be in a situation like that. “Estée, you’re okay.” A quick, superficial glance did not reveal any scratch or more serious injury. “Of course I am.” The brunette smiled and patted Ayla’s head. “Honestly, I was more worried about you. After all, you were staying

"I'll consider it, if that's of any use. I'll see whether anything else occurs to me. It was a strange season, though. A great many people left the house in the year after the fire, in one way or another. I always thought it was because of grief. Perhaps I was wrong." He thanked her and then went away, all he had remembered being her name, Nessa, and the direction—which was the coast—and he recorded both of these items in his private ledger that evening, adding one more slender strand to the complicated pattern he was gradually and patiently working to trace back to its origin.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

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.