Night's On Fire Novels & Stories

They were here to destroy. Noah reached the fuel depot. "In position." Lena's voice was calm. "Light it up." Noah set the charges while Damien lobbed another grenade. Evelyn covered their retreat. Lena fired one last shot—straight into a fuel barrel. BOOM. The fire ripped through the docks, destroying everything. The night exploded like a second dawn. Kane's empire was ablaze. They ran; the fire was at their heels. Sirens wailed in the distance.

Nia also did the same with the water that was by the side of her bed. But the fire didn’t die. It hissed and spread like it was alive. “Open the window!” I shouted. Nia ran toward the window, but before she could, the flames leapt off the curtains like claws. In a blink, they caught her clothes. “Nia!” I screamed. She screamed too, spinning, patting at herself, but the fire only spread. Her shirt lit up like paper. Ava moved and she was trying to hold Nia. But it was like something invisible was holding Ava back. She tried and she put her hands out but her body could not move forward.

And there it was. The footage was chaotic, shot on a shaky phone by someone running. It was nighttime. There were flames, huge ones. A beautiful, massive house—a mansion, really—was being eaten alive by a roaring inferno. Orange and yellow fire lit up the whole dark sky. The words at the bottom of the screen screamed in big white letters: DEADLY GANG VIOLENCE ROCKS CITY – TEN DEAD IN WEST SIDE TRAGEDY.

He laughs out loud, together with our father. Max and I try to get up, but another one of his nasty fireballs hits us in the side. We cry out in pain this time. This is excruciating. It’s worse than our first shift. Athena yells at him to stop, but he just laughs at her like the maniac he is. Athena, however, starts to take bold steps towards them. I can see the hesitation in their eyes, but their smug grins don’t drop. Athena looks beyond livid as she continues to step forward though.

Because Rico was no longer a ghost. He was the fire the city had been daring to call back. And tomorrow, he would burn his way into the open.

“I tried to be nice.” He paused, eyes cold as they met mine. “You should try harder.” Then he turned and walked out. I stayed seated, watching the door close behind him, my pulse steady but heavy with promise. Joe appeared beside me seconds later. “Plan B?” he asked quietly. I stood. “Plan B.” And this time, I wasn’t asking anyone to talk. Friday night set the city on fire. Music spilled out of open doors, laughter clung to the air, lights flashed like promises nobody intended to keep. The Italian club pulsed with life, all red velvet and low ceilings, the kind of place where secrets dissolved into smoke and bad decisions were dressed up as indulgence.

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was

Cyrillius shouts at him, watching him with fear and shock. But Valen does not turn back. He walks down the hall. I see resolve and determination in his face. I see victory. Down the hall he walks and he pushes open a set of double doors when he gets to the end of it. He steps outside, and there is ash falling from the sky. Because the Presidential Compound is on fire. We see Valen walk aboard The Black Arrow. He’s alone, no crew, no soldiers. Just Valen. He goes to the Command Deck. He enters coordinates.

Emma “This is ridiculous,” Kai mutters against his glass before taking a large gulp out of it. I sigh, tugging at my dress as I reposition myself. “But you wanted to attend the bonfire. Don’t you like it?” The crackling noises of the large fire accompany the witches' chants and laughter as they dance around it, the glow of the springing flames flickers in Kai’s eyes as he avoids my gaze. “Yes, but not like that.” I sigh, turning back to observe the witches enjoying their bonfire night under the applause and cheering of the crowd. They must be fire witches, as while dancing, they keep doing little shows with the fire to entertain the spectators.

In the clinic: Night and Dom: When Night turned to head back to the room he heard a loud explosion, and everything went black. “What the fuck was that?” Night said coughing as the dust flew into his mouth. He half shifted and went towards the door, that was blocked by pieces of the ceiling. “HEY ARE YALL ALRIGHT?” Night yelled on the other side of the door as he started removing the boulders blocking the door. “WE'RE OK, THERE IS A FIRE DOWN THE HALL, BUT WE CAN'T OPEN THE DOOR SOMETHING IS BLOCKING IT!” Dom yelled, trying to push the door open.