Novel & Cerita Line Of Fire Book

The room stopped tilting and locked into place. The barrier cracked behind us. A hard pop, then a long spider line that split the air. The Dark Passengers surged. Red eyes. Hooked hands. That crawling, hungry sound that never faded once you heard it. I did not break the kiss. I raised one hand. Fire answered. Not weak and sputtering this time. It roared up my arms and leaped from my palms. White at the core. Blue at the edges. Pure hellfire. It hit the first wave and turned them to ash. Their shrieks cut short. Bodies folded in on themselves and fell to nothing. Smoke smeared across the memory like charcoal rubbed into paper.

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

Sam teases, nudging me hard in the ribs. I blink, realizing I’ve been caught in a trance. The scene feels so effortlessly masculine and inviting—a group of rugged men laughing, joking, and relaxing after what must have been a long day. One of them is leaning against the edge of the grill, his biceps flexing as he flips the burgers. “Can you blame me?” I whisper back, my cheeks warming. As if sensing our presence, one of the firefighters looks up, his sharp green eyes meeting mine. His lips curl into a crooked smile, and he elbows the guy next to him, who turns to look too.

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I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

Mine. I look at him. At the man who gave me my job back by firing me. Who gave me his coat and never asked for it. Who showed up to a bookstore at 9 PM with a used self-help book and no armor. “Coffee,” I say. “But you’re paying. I’m still mad about the espresso machine you expensed at Cole.” The corner of his mouth moves. Not a potential smile. A real one. Small. Devastating. “Deal,” he says.

I wanted to bash my head against it until I passed out. Why was I so unlucky to get such terrible period cramps during PE on my first day of school? Even worse, I was only wearing a thin pantyliner today. A while later, Austin had finished his run and naturally sauntered up to me. "What are you hiding here for?" he asked me. "I… I…" I saw him eyeing me suspiciously and started to stammer. I couldn't get a word out. If only he was a female! Austin's gaze first landed on my face, then my chest, my waist, and finally, to the center of my thighs.

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.