Novel & Cerita Mann Gulch Fire Book

Once the apocalypse started, the power and water systems would collapse. In the end, I decided to go out to my family's old country house and dig a deep cellar. The underground was cool in summer and warm in winter, and best of all, it didn't need electricity. Blazewing wasn't just fast—he was strong. In less than a week, he dug a cellar over 300 feet deep. Along the way, we even struck underground water. That solved both the heat and the water supply. I rode on Blazewing's back all the way to the bottom. The moment we landed, a refreshing chill wrapped around me, the total opposite of the heat outside.

Fire had run through the forest, alighting every bush, shrub, and tree, and creating giant, black plumes of smoke, chocking everything. It fell from the sky, from the clouds like rain, and Red_Two knew, peeled to the shattered cliff edge, that he could not go back. His legs shook and his entire body shivered, too weak to move against the burning stones fell from the community. He was sweating and crying and the dust in his eyes just wouldn't leave him alone. He tried to move away from the cliff edge, crawl at least to the cool of the river, but his body wouldn't listen to him. Hot bile rose from his stomach and Red_Two vomited off to the side.

Deeper into the fire. The heat surged, a living, breathing thing, licking at my skin with its cruel, invisible fangs. The trees crackled, their bark splitting apart in the inferno. The fire was so bright, it bathed everything in a sickly golden glow, making it difficult to distinguish the way out from the paths that led to ruin. My lungs burned with every breath, the acidic scent of smoke coating my tongue like tar. And then—I saw it. A bonfire. Not just any bonfire—this one was monstrous, its flames reaching skyward, greedy and untamed. It roared as though alive, consuming everything in its path. But that wasn’t what sent a fresh wave of fear crashing through me.

I threw open the door to the inn's room, the wood banging loudly against the already damaged wall of the chamber my parents and I had been given for the night. Smoke filled my lungs, forcing me to cough as Nael Liesand, my father's Right-Hand man, stormed out of his own room. His eyes locked onto mine, flashing with relief at seeing me unharmed, then narrowing with resolve and an all-consuming rage to eradicate any threat to me. I felt the wind pelt my face as he pulled in fresh night air from a window down the hall, attempting to protect us from the smoke of the fire raging below. I ran to him, and his arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me in close just as his wife, Ada, erupted from

DEL I gulped down everything in the tumbler and then refilled it and gulped it down again, my chest and throat burning. I didn't even know that fire had died down in the hearth. The fire was barely glowing. No heat. No comfort. Just there. Like it couldn’t decide whether to die or fight a little longer. I didn’t feel warmth from it—couldn’t, honestly. Right now I didn't know if it was Faelan and his brother ruling the pack or me because no matter how I tried to drive out the image out of my head it wasn't possible.

"The ground... it’s shifting." I ignored the firefighter who tried to grab my arm. I crawled toward the edge, my knees sinking into the slush and ice. I didn't care about the designer wool or the cold. I only cared about the leather-bound book clutched in his trembling hand. "Give it to me, Nikolai!" I shouted over the wind. "Throw it!"

**** Author Note Thank you for reading my book and sorry the recent updated chapters have not been that good. There was a fire outbreak In my area this week about five of my neighbors were burnt to death. It has been very traumatic. I am finding it hard to write. And since the fire was caused by the electricity, we don’t have light until further notice. I will re-edit the book when everything is better.

Zoila Yellow found this hard to believe. The two-hour promise arrived soon. During this period of time, the Red Willow Fire Scorpions’ loud roar didn't stop at all. And the sulfur smoke gathered in the deep pit was so thick that not only could they not see the situation in the deep pit, but they could also see the pain and tears in their eyes when they looked over! In fact, Zoila Yellow and Sue White were no longer on the previous high slope at this moment. They retreated 300 meters and faced the deep pit.

Wolves were running to and fro, carrying buckets of water and trying to beat back the flames, but the fire was relentless, surging toward their camp with deadly intent. Rayka’s mind raced. They had drilled for emergencies, but nothing could have prepared them for this. She shouted orders, rallying the wolves and organizing the efforts to contain the blaze. Sylvester leaped into action beside her, coordinating the warriors and scouts to create a firebreak, hoping to slow the flames.

A few minutes later we finally got out and the heat of the sun, sand, and cactuses that are higher than us and I can see their big and sharp thorns meet my eyes. I can breathe a sigh of relief because I can no longer smell the small amount of fuel. If we stay there longer, I won't be surprised if I end up coughing even if I don't have one. But I still thought I would suffocate, and I didn't think it was possible to catch fire because there was a slight smell of gasoline in there. Even if it's just gas and not the back, it's still flammable. "What's that road called?" I can't stop asking. In this world, even a path has a name.