Rose Under Fire Book Novels & Stories

The energy in the air was thick, as if the whole forest had held its breath in anticipation. Cora and Rose stood unwavering, their faces tight with concentration, their bodies trembling but resolute. The fire seemed to come alive around them, twisting higher into the sky, the flames burning brighter. The Pack Soul’s glow pulsed, stronger and stronger with every passing second. Then, something unexpected happened. Something I was sure everyone would remember for the rest of their lives. The fire didn’t just burn—it surged, swirling violently as if it had a mind of its own. It reached higher into the air, a violent, unrelenting storm of flames, blinding everyone around. The heat was overwhelmi

“Goddess! Her gray fur turns white and why is smoke coming from her mouth? How is this happening?” Through the screams and panic, I charge ahead. My beast and I don’t stop until we find our target. There she is. Surrounded by her guards. They see me first and try to shift but it’s too late. When I roar, all of them are engulfed by the crimson fire. Rosie’s eyes widened. She screams, calling for my mate, when I charge and sink my teeth in her flesh before setting her on fire. The flames don’t stop until Brent arrives and retrieves her body from my claws.

Next, the wings of the book were burning, but it didn't stop as it tried to still get away. “If only I hadn't given up my fire powers—it’s going to get away; she will get away!” Ruby yelled, and it was true as the book kept trying, then Blake and Dante finally got to her, and holding their hands, they opened their mouths, and fire came out of them, shooting straight to the book. I could hear the screams of my mother and other creatures; my head was spinning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone held me back. I looked up and was shocked to see my wife smiling at me.

Her certificate, the manuscript she had written and giggled while reading every night before going to bed, the bed and pillow she had found so much comfort from… they all burned in her presence and her weak self could only kneel 50 inches away from it and cry helpless. Her shoulders trembled as she whimpered, glaring at the flames that blazed at all angles. Rosealba stilled watching the flames as though they were blazing in her eyes. The heat from the fire scorched her skin from afar, yet she knelt, stubbornly waiting for the flames to catch with her and burn her lonely self away. Nothing mattered again. Her certificates were in that building, burning. The books she wrote to cheer herself bu

I am quite sure that there is something deep that has happened with her because of which she has this phobia. As I tried to comprehend the situation, Emma's words echoed in my head. She tried to reveal something about Rose's past, but she was interrupted, leaving me with only fragments of the story. What I understood was that Rose had experienced a traumatic event related to fire, possibly involving the loss of her parents, which had led to her pyrophobia.

Believed she might destroy Aiden, Rowan—everyone. But then—Aiden’s hand squeezed hers, grounding her in the storm. His voice was steady, certain, unshakable. “No,” he said firmly. “You are not the fire, Evelynn. The fire is you.” And with those words, everything shifted. The flames within her no longer felt like chains. They felt like wings. Evelynn raised her hands, and the fire answered. Not in wild, reckless bursts—but in a controlled blaze that lit the storm-torn night like dawn breaking. The creatures hesitated, shadows quivering. Even Cassian faltered, his expression twisting for the first time into doubt.

Lucas’ POV I froze, caught mid-motion over her, my foot still awkwardly tangled in the rug. Her small hand pressed against my chest, trying to push me away, but I stayed still, acutely aware of how precarious our positions were. Her tank top shifted slightly, and memories of that night — the way she had felt under me, her warmth, her scent — flashed in my mind. My pulse quickened, a raw, magnetic force pulling me toward her, but I forced myself to step back carefully, finally regaining balance. The distance was small, but enough to remind us both that nothing here was personal.

The crackle of fire whispered death. Inés staggered back from the door, the scent of burning fabric and flesh clawing at her throat. The shriek from the hallway still echoed in her ears, followed by a deafening silence that made her knees weak. Smoke slithered through the crack beneath the door like a serpent, hungry and relentless. She backed into the room, clutching the folder tight beneath her apron, the sharp corner digging into her ribs grounding her in reality. Her breath came in short gasps, but she forced herself to think. Fire meant destruction, but also distraction. If she could just find a way out….

Rose said, then she walked straight toward the fire. Annie felt afraid for her. As much as she was her opposition, Annie didn't want to see Rose, or anyone else, hurt. Rose walked right through the fire to her surprise. Annie was relieved that she went through unscathed. The other sighed, bracing herself, then she walked forward. She was confident that she could make it through the fire. The intensity of the fire increased with every step. A few steps away from the entrance of the cave, the fire raged intensely, and something like large hands grabbed the girl, pulling her in. She screamed out in agony as she burned within the fire, unable to come out.

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.