Night's On Fire Novels & Stories

“You’re my one and only flame.” “And you,” Tharros murmured, brushing his lips against her forehead, “are my Nightfire.” Nyxoria smiled wide, her heart warm and full. “Come on,” she said playfully, nudging him. “Let’s go take a bath and then go see Dika and Vyrelen.” “As you wish, my Nightfire,” Tharros murmured with a grin, slipping out of bed after her. ★★★★ Unknown Place:

Desmond stood at a distance, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the wild flames consume his company’s prized warehouse. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid stench of burning electronics assaulting his senses. The night sky glowed with a haunting orange, smoke rising like a veil into the darkness. Firefighters moved frantically, battling the towering flames with powerful jets of water, but it seemed futile. The fire was relentless, roaring louder than the panicked voices around him.

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

Blaze nodded with a slight satisfaction while Ace raised a brow on him, trying to figure out what the pale guy was thinking. "So Ace Anderson, want to try, a Blaze Arden Vaughn for tonight?" Blaze smirked as he casually asked the stunned and dumbfounded Ace. ****🙄🙄****

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” I raced back towards him, running as low as I could and making an arc. I prayed I was out of his line of sight as I dodged screaming teens. He started to raise the rifle and I made to charge him when a ball of green flame shot through the sky, burning cold and casting long shadows through the dust and dark and headlights. A sound like dry ice on metal ripped the air as the bundle of fire smashed into the side of a station wagon. Blue-green flames splashed out from the impact, dancing in slow motion onto every nearby surface. Another ball of the stuff formed out of the air over the stage. I watched as Boris made a motion like he was throwing a long pass downfield. My

Thirty-one nights down. The real storm was only beginning.

I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married. Moving further into the room, I noticed a speech was being made by the organizer, something about the plans for the money that would be raised tonight, we both knew half of the money was going into paying for the loan they “allegedly” took for the last project their company participated in and that is why I won’t be donating until I strike a personal deal. Following the usual routine, I patted my breast pocket where the cheque for the occasion occupied and thought of the deal I’d try to strik

"You're so sensitive tonight, and I can hear your heart beating through your chest, so tell me what you want, Kate." "I want you to fuck me, Carl, I want you to fill my pussy and make me forget where I am, and I don't care if those men are watching." "Oh, they're more than just watching, because I brought a couple of friends in to help me finish you off tonight."

No mercy. Only fire.