Light My Fire Book Novels & Stories

I pressed my thighs together tightly, heart hammering. “Are you good now?” he asked. Before I could answer, he frowned. “I forgot an important file in my office. Can you wait a minute?” I barely nodded. The moment he stepped out, I exhaled shakily. Oh God. How was I supposed to survive this? My phone slipped from my trembling hands and fell to the floor. I reached down, groping blindly. My fingers closed around something small and metallic instead. A lighter. I pulled it up, staring. It looked exactly like the one the shady man in black had been flicking on the night of the fire.

’ 'There will be a lot of fire. 'Real fire, or fake fire.' 'Burning.' 'You will burn.' 'Decide what you want. For yourself or for others.' 'Don't make people disappointed.' 'The fire is inside you.' 'It will burn you, and everyone.' My breathing felt even more labored now. And in the next second, a very bright bias of light instantly hit me. And made my eyes feel very dazzled. The light was so dazzling that I immediately covered my eyes with my forearms. But after that, what I felt was not only the warmth of the light that hit me now. But it was something else.

She didn’t need courts, judges, or lawyers. Just half-hidden truths. Doubts carefully planted to cause catastrophe. Cassandra’s gaze, her broken voice, the way she left without shouting… All that hurt more than any of Isabela’s threats. Without thinking further, he grabbed the lighter from his desk. The one he used for the occasional cigar. He held it firmly and lit the flame. The fire flickered for a moment, and he brought one of the most compromising pages close. The corner caught fire slowly. Then, with steady hands, he fed the rest of the documents to the flames.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

- asked Samael, because all of this had yet to reach him. - Then let me explain again, because I can see that it still does not arrive. Nadir is my and Lucifer's child. This attack that you witnessed...- she turned to Samael.- It was an attack that only Lucifer has, the so-called Infernal Fire Awakening, extremely deadly, even against the strongest Fallen Angels. I bet Nadir could even kill you in that state.- she explained even more precisely. Nadir slowly slumped down on the couch and hid her face in hands, her anger suddenly disappeared somewhere, and wings curled and vanished.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

I didn’t hesitate. With a satisfying click, the flame erupted. I lowered it to the corner of the pages, watching it with an evil smile as fire ate through Dominic Moretti’s precious paperwork. Once the file had caught enough fire from the lighter, I tossed it lightly onto the marble floor and started watching it burn to ashes with a twisted smile. Just then, the door creaked open suddenly, making me flinch a little.

“Choose, or the fire will choose for you.” Her hand reached toward me. Behind her, I saw Luther struggling against the wall of light, shouting my name. For a moment, Reis’s presence pulsed faintly through the bond, like a spark on the edge of my mind. The fire wanted me to decide—one heart, one bond, one truth. “I can’t,” I whispered. The woman’s eyes flared. “Then burn.” Pain tore through me. I screamed, clutching my chest as the Seal seared my skin. The light dimmed, then flared brighter than ever. I heard Luther’s roar—raw, desperate—and suddenly his hands were on my shoulders, dragging me back from the flames.