Night's On Fire Novels & Stories

Chapter Twenty-One The massive bonfire in the center of the clearing had grown into a huge, roaring blaze of bright orange fire by the time the dark night fully settled over the deep woods of the campground. The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run.

Nathaniel led the way inside, and even though no one spoke to him, I could feel the way people noticed him. Like he belonged here. Like he’d done this a thousand times before. I squared my shoulders, reminding myself I belonged here, too. The press conference started right on time. The police chief stepped up to the podium, clearing his throat before addressing the crowd. “The fire at Neon Lights Nightclub is being investigated as arson,” he announced. “The cause is still undetermined, but we have reason to believe the fire was deliberately set.” Murmurs spread through the room. I scribbled notes furiously, my mind racing with questions.

🖱️Victor🖱️ I literally slept on a burning bed last night. That is not a metaphor. That is not drama. My entire bed was on fire. Blue fire. Thick sheets. Mattress. Pillows. Everything glowing like it belonged in hell or some twisted dream, yet none of it turned to ash. No smoke. No damage. Just fire behaving like it had rules I was not allowed to understand. And I slept through it. I wake up drenched in sweat, heart racing, lungs tight, expecting pain the second my brain fully catches up. I throw the sheets off violently and stare down at the mattress.

She looked down at them, four men undone and changed, and her voice was steady, almost cruel. “You wanted me for a night. I gave you more than that” Her words struck, but they didn’t wound. They understood. This night had never been about claiming her. It had been about giving themselves to the fire, about remembering that passion was supposed to be consuming, dangerous, alive.

He had raised his voice on Vita more times this week than he had in the years since he had met Vita. And Nero didn’t change for anyone. Three days married, and he was shifting his terrain for Amara. Somehow,that didn't sit well with me. Before I could say anything, Nero’s phone rang. He placed it against his ear, and I watched his face harden “What?” His voice dropped. “How bad?” A pause. Then— “My club? On fire?” We were already on our feet. The drive to the clubhouse was a blur . Flames lit up the night sky by the time we arrived.The place was agog with firefighters.

For the first time all night, they looked interested. Nick lost control completely. "You think speed can save you?" he snarled before summoning a massive pillar of fire. Students screamed as the flames exploded upward. But through the blaze a dark figure emerged. Adam drove his fist straight into Nick's chest before slamming him hard against the arena floor. The fire disappeared instantly. Silence filled the arena. In a blur, Adam moved and stood over Nick, who lay on the floor writhing in pain, unable to stand. He had already exhausted himself by using his fire element far more than he should have, so there was no way he could survive that punch.

He saw my personal maid stumbling out, her face covered in soot, crying, "The Luna is still in there changing! She didn't come out!!" "NO!!!" Ronan shoved through the crowd, charging for the inferno. Right behind him, eyes bleeding red, Tristan scrambled on his hands and knees toward the backstage area. A blast of heat hit them, hot enough to singe their eyebrows. "Lucia! Come out! Answer me!!" Ronan tried to rush in again, but firefighters and guards fought to hold him back. "You can't go in! The fire's too strong! The roof is about to collapse!"

After they have put a safe distance between themselves and the burning building Nikolai turns one last time to watch the building crumble quickly into the night. Deadly. Destructive. A killer. Watching the fire Nikolai realises... that's how people would describe him. He was fire, destroying everything around him beyond repair, turning things to dust and ash, burning a trail of death wherever he walked. And he was tired. Tired of being deadly, of always being on top, of playing the game to win. They stand outside, two brothers and watch their home burn in the night, amber flames licking the stars, burning the night sky and warming their cold fingers.

she said. Jacob smiled. "Go on, Mrs. Rhea." "What caused the fire?" Rhea asked. Don Vandolf suddenly stood up from his seat. Set supports him. "I want some coffee," he said. "Sit down, senior. I'll take care of it," Set said. Don Vandolf sat down again. He smiled while looking at his son, Jacob. Jacob frowned. He clenched his hands before answering Rhea's question. "I'm the reason why the two houses burned down. I forgot to turn off the gas," Jacob said.

she deadpanned and made to leave but I quickly grabbed her by the wrist and she almost tumbled. "If you dare me, Yolanda, if you dare to be a hindrance to me, I swear to you I'll make sure you regret it. " "Fuck you, Anne, " she spat on my face, jerking her hands off mine, and dashing out of the house. I fumed in anger, wiping off her saliva from my face. Yolanda has just stepped on a burning furnace that is about to be lit. Someone is about to burn up. Just when I was thinking of how to handle Krystal, Yolanda showed up with her tantrums.