Rose Under Fire Book Novels & Stories

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

Yet the feeling was unbearable, I wanted to die. Just when I was about to let the despair engulf me fully, I heard Mosi’s voice in my head. I think it was in my head or was she talking to me? “Kalama, let the fire in your heart burn, hot and fierce. You can control it, don’t be afraid.” Her voice sounded muffled, like I was under water. But I could still hear her. Her words woke something inside me. The vision of the little girl passed through my mind, vividly. It gave me the desire to make the fire burn in my heart.

He bit her lower lips hard drawing out blood and was expecting her sudden gasp of shock which didn't happen to his disappointment. Hiro suddenly felt a strange tingling feeling on his body and broke off the kiss and stared at his body. He saw dark fire burning his bare chest which was already fading away, he was still wearing his pajamas and left his chest bare. He raised an eyebrow at Rozralas. "Really? Fire? My blood is like lava, if one of my uncles can control fire, don't you think I will be the master of it all? Fire really? I was thinking you have a brain, my love, but you just showed me that you are not using it well, you should know me well by now. Don't worry, I am going to teach yo

They didn’t even raise questions. Our country, Crest country was a diplomatic one ruled by the government under one president. We lived in the state’s capital, in the richest estate in the city. I studied in Van private academy , the most expensive private academy in the city and I was currently on my tenth grade. Due to our high status, there was absolutely no way I would simply miss the blood test. This was just jumping into a crocodile’s mouth and testing if it would bite you

Emma’s face turned contemplative just before she leaned back in her chair and said, “No, first time I’ve ever heard about them.” She was grinning back at me, and I nearly threw my book at her. “Seriously?” I frowned. “Well, you were being so serious I didn’t want to kill the mood,” she admitted. Now I really had my history book in my hands, and it was the thick brick-sized kind of book too. Won’t kill someone, but a concussion wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. “Don’t get mad, I really don’t know anything about your red fireflies,” she began in a placating tone, “but I do know who you can ask about it.”

I gestured to Rosa, who nodded immediately. “She’s obsessive about it,” Rosa added. “We shut everything down like it’s a flight prep checklist.” The firefighter didn’t contradict us, but he didn’t agree either. “We’ll investigate,” he said. “Sometimes these things just happen.” Sometimes. Just happen. But Rosa turned toward me then, eyes narrowed. Her instincts, honed from a lifetime of learning which shadows could bite, were already screaming. “This isn’t right,” she said under her breath. “This feels wrong.”

As Tucker and I entered the living room, I spotted my adoptive parents—Leonard Flint and Rose Vertez—sitting on the couch. Their expressions were dark with fury. The tension in the air was impossible to ignore. Morgan had clearly gone ahead to confront them with his accusations. The moment Rose saw us, she leaped from the couch and stormed toward me. Her hand shot up, as though she was about to slap me. "Addison! How could you be so shameless?"

The violent surge of emotion sent me into another crisis that very night. My breathing grew shallow, my oxygen levels plummeted, and I was on the verge of needing a ventilator. Angela Reign, the head nurse who had cared for me since the beginning, stood by my side with reddened eyes as she administered the medication, gently patting my back to soothe me. "Chloe, hang in there. You have to hold on! Prof. Stenson has already succeeded, hasn't he? I saw the news yesterday—his new drug has made a miracle happen..."

I wanted him to go to the same college as me. … While testing the waters to see how Austin felt about me, we ran into a few hiccups along the way too. For example, Vince Bowman, the school's team captain from the class next door, seemed to keep looking at me from outside my classroom after school like he had a crush on me. He even hid a bouquet of roses in my desk drawer the night before Valentine's Day.

Then he took the wooden eagle from my hands and placed it on his car dashboard. If not for that fire, I might have gone on living inside that illusion forever—being criticized, being dismissed, yet still being kept. My tears had long since run dry. All that remained was the ash the fire had left behind. I lifted my head numbly and said in a low voice, “I didn’t set the fire.” Jaeren froze for a fraction of a second. But just as quickly, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold, knowing smile. “What, did your innocent act level up?”