Night's On Fire Novels & Stories

… Half an hour ago, a fire broke out at the former Summer Night Bar in Majestic Bay Sands Residences, and the flames swiftly spread up the hallway, reaching Lorraine's apartment on the second floor. Lorraine was roused from her sleep by the scorching heat and the acrid string of smoke. As soon as she opened her eyes, she noticed that the flames had already reached her bedroom door. The crackling of flames and the acrid smell of smoke filled her senses as she gasped for air. Lorraine was well aware that she couldn't escape. With shaking hands, she reached for her phone on the nightstand and dialed Noelle's number. Lorraine wanted to tell her that she had always considered her a true friend an

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.

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.

Nick's p.o.v; Finally, I completed my work and got out of the workplace successfully. When I attempted to book a cab as usual, I realised that my phone had been turned off. Now I'm looking for a bus station for a bus to head to my place. Anaheim is experiencing a frigid night it seems. The streets were illuminated with bright lights from billboards and shops, while others flickered with dim lights, causing me a headache. It's been three weeks since that night, and I know that seeing her again is impossible, but I'm still hoping to see her. It's crazy, I know.

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.

The hall was long and the lights buzzed. "Hey!" Cody stopped. Henderson was by the break room. He had a paper cup. "Henderson. You're off tonight." "I left my coat." "At three in the morning?" Henderson looked at him. "You look like hell." "It's the rain. I'm tired." "We're all tired. You hear about the fire?" "I heard." "Arson," Henderson said. "Moretti’s crew?" "I don't know." "You're a real pal, Henderson." Henderson drank his coffee. "Want some? It's strong."