Mann Gulch Fire Book Novels & Stories

/ Alba cried. /We should let the flames burn this packhouse to the ground/ Glenn said angrily, /there is nothing but evil in this place/ as we looked out across the densely wooded valleys. /Agreed, let’s get outta here. To Greenway./ as we scampered down the stairs together. Giving the order to allow the flames to continue burning, some of the wolves, including a bloodied Matt and Felix carried branches and leaves to ensure the fire tracked its way to the wooden packhouse.

Billy stood outside of his grandmother’s home. It boasted one less wing. Sadly, that wing is where he knew his grandmother slept. This fire raged for a long time before the firefighters got there. It was a miracle that the fire hadn’t engulfed the whole historic old home. Billy feared the worst. When he’d found out about the fire, he’d gone straight to Gabby and explained it to her. She’d granted him the time off he’d need to deal with this. The officials now feared his grandmother didn’t make it out of the fire, and fire investigators were on the way to do their job. Until they did their job, no one could enter the building other than the firefighters themselves.

Cassian POV The firefighters were able to put out the fire in the library before it burned down the entire building, but between the flames, the smoke, and the water used to put it out, we lost three-quarters of the books. The head librarian, Marianne, was barely able to hold back her tears at the town meeting when we heard the reports. “We weren’t able to find any source for the fire,” our Fire Chief, Taylor, finished, folding his arms. “No accelerants were found, but the way it spread couldn’t have been natural, either.”

If there is a way, it is in this book. He runs his finger over the various titles of prophecy and catastrophic tales, and stops when he reads: “Hell's Gate”. - Hell's Gate. – reads aloud. - Should be it. – Gary says.

The goddess must hate me for some reason. Wiping the thought from my mind, my eyes land on the only fictional book in the stack. I am actually a “facts over fiction” kind of girl usually. But, this time, I find myself choosing otherwise. Maybe it’s time for a change. Running my fingers across the cover and staring at the fiery red dragon, I am suddenly reminded of Millie. Goddess, Millie!

"She said she needed our counsel on urgent pack business. Asked us to meet her at the old ceremonial hall. When we arrived, she greeted us warmly. Told us to make ourselves comfortable. Then she said she needed to retrieve some documents and would be right back." He paused, and Killian could see tears tracking down the scarred tissue of his face. "She locked the doors from the outside. We didn't realise at first. Then we smelled smoke. The fire started so fast—unnaturally fast. We screamed. Clawed at the doors. Called for Lauren, begged her to let us out. But she didn't come." The silence was suffocating. "We burned," Gaius continued, his voice breaking. "All of us. Penelope—Deka's wife—she

Sleep vanished immediately from her eyes, she didn't know when she rushed out of bed, but soon she found herself sprinting across the hallways, following Raquel blindly to wherever it was that the fire was happening. The closer she got, the more she could smell the burning books. The smoke was thick in the hallway, filling her lungs and making her cough. Finally, they got there. It was the King's Study and it roaringly with flames. There were guards and servants there though, trying to quenched the fire with water while the guards went in to rescue the King.

Chapter 1: Into the Inferno The roar of the flames was deafening, like the devil himself breathing down their necks. Dante Reyes kicked through another burning door, his heavy turnout gear already feeling like a furnace. At thirty five, he had seen hell more times than he could ever count, but this super fire fueled by climate dried forests and years of corporate greed was something else entirely. “Anyone here?!” he bellowed, voice muffled by his mask. "Can anyone hear me, he shouted."

But before Jason could press further, the emergency alarm blared through the hallway, breaking the moment. Without another word, Vincent turned and went away, his footsteps echoing in the now chaotic hallway. Jason stood there, trying to process what had just happened. For the first time, he felt like he had scratched the surface of Vincent Maloney’s carefully guarded exterior. And he couldn’t help but wonder, what would it take to break through the rest? --- Author’s Note: Hi, loves! Do you think Vincent will ever let Jason in, or is he too guarded? Let me know your thoughts in the comments. As always, thank you for reading. Your support means the world to me.

The air was thick with the scent of scorched wood and old paper — the erasure of history. Behind me, Niko’s men finished loading the last of the crates into the convoy. The heat from the blaze shimmered across their faces, painting everything in shades of red and gold. Gia stood off to the side, her tablet in hand, calculating the spread of the fire as if it were just another variable in a long equation. “Clean sweep,” she said. “No survivors, no records, no trace we were here.” “Good,” I murmured. Zach came up beside me, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on the flames. His jaw was tight, unreadable. The reflection of the fire danced in his hazel eyes, making them look molten — half angel, ha