Night's On Fire Novels & Stories

The flames erupted, engulfing the bodies, and the gathering watched in silence as they burned. The fire crackled, the smoke billowing into the evening air, carrying with it the spirits of the departed. Nicholas, Kimberly, Meredith, and the three werewolves stood vigil, their eyes fixed on the flames, their hearts heavy with grief, but their resolve strengthened by the promise of vengeance. As the night wore on, the fire burned down, leaving behind only ashes and memories. The group dispersed, each person lost in their own thoughts, but united in their determination to honor the memory of the fallen.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

Caleb and Hela burn in hell, she thought to herself as the word left her mouth in a whisper, “Incendia.” The photograph caught fire and Caleb’s arm started to burn. The edge curled and shivered as the flames drank up the air and cherished. As she watched the dancing of the flames over, Eira’s chest felt a relief she hadn’t felt in a long while. She felt cruel and dark but it was nonetheless a good feeling. When she felt the photograph had burnt enough, she lazily let it drop into the toilet and with a flush it disappeared. “How did it feel?” Nate asked in an excited, rush tone.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

They zoomed off in no time but the car suffered some damage. **************************** "What the f*ck!!",Robert and Danica yelled out loud together. They just got the news that the house they spent their night in was on fire and got burnt to the least. The firefighters were not able to save a thing. They hurried down there. They have lost the house, the items and the girl.

She collapsed to the floor, unconscious as the fire raged on. The acrid smell of smoke filled the air, a choking reminder of the chaos unfolding at the production site. Flames licked the night sky, their glow casting haunting shadows over the desperate faces gathered outside. Shouts from firefighters, the wail of sirens, and the roar of fire blended into a cacophony of terror.

“Is something wrong?” Nicholas cups her cheek. “There’s a large structure fire downtown. Ten-story building. It’s not our district, but they’re calling in trucks from all over the city.” Dasha sits up slowly, her face white as a ghost. “Are you going to be in danger?” Neither one of us says anything, which is answer enough. I press a kiss to her forehead, then climb out of bed. “You stay inside this apartment, sweetheart. Door locked.” “Don’t leave for any reason,” Nicholas says, pulling on jeans, zipping them up over his erection with a wince. “Promise us.”

She'll think I just played with her. Night falls. These days, I tried to sleep for about two or three hours. The advantage I have is that my nightmares don't let me sleep more than necessary. Hasan returns to bring dinner, but before he leaves, shouts and then gunshots are heard. The little one jumps in fright. I put him behind me, along with Franco, who is still lying on the floor among some blankets, but he's awake now. He's still weak and not fully conscious. With my left hand, I grab my gun and aim it at the door. Footsteps start getting closer. I cover Hasan and Franco with my body. The noises fade for a few seconds. With a single blow, they open the barn door, revealing three hooded an