The Fire Next Time Miniseries Novels & Stories

I let the power of fire course through me as I tried to find any way to break from his grip. I was at a complete disadvantage. He had me pinned against him. My legs locked against the wall. I was no way to move out of his hold. The only way to get out was to hurt him and run. I let the fire course through me as I gripped him tighter. The heat burned into him, but he refused to pull away. Driven by something I had never witnessed before. Just as the smell of burning flesh filled my nose, the door swung open. Garren's eyes widened in surprise before he saw the fear in my eyes. The purple in his eyes glowed brightly.

“Do not worry, I will use what last strength I have to return your mate to you. Perhaps Milo and I will not live to keep you in this plane, but that does not mean you can’t be together.” The wolf said nothing, but he did not close his eyes again. “Still, I do not understand. You bit him days ago. Surely he would be out of his mind in his effort to seek out by now. Why is it taking him so long to find us.” At that, the wolf did close his eyes. This was not anywhere close to the first time Althea had asked Destroyer these answerless questions. She closed her own eyes and opened her heart to his mate inside her. Her mind’s eye drew her somewhere dark and wet. She squinted into the depth and bar

A wild contrast of control and chaos. “Then maybe I take your last hope away before I go,” he hissed, cocking the gun. Calix increased his efforts, sawing the zip ties against the wood of the chair. Ilana froze. Panic flared across her face—bright, visceral, and then swallowed by rage so intense Calix felt it from across the room. Nathan turned the gun on her instead. Desperate. Reckless. Trying to take her by surprise. He fired—once, twice, three times. The cracks of gunfire were deafening in the close space.

"Will anyone actually watch this?" Another firework lit up the sky. Warm yellow light washed over my face. I took a deep breath and gave the camera a small smile. "If someone sees this… then, I wish you peace and a happy, long life." I waved at the lens and shut off the camera. [In the Next Life — January 2, 2024, 10:01 AM — Don't Say You Forgive Me, and Don't Ever Forgive Me] "Hailey! Wait! Hailey! Hailey!" William rushed behind me, his voice urgent as he grabbed my arm. "Didn't you say you were going for chemo? What are you doing with the money?"

Her final weapon. One video. One lie. One truth twisted enough to shatter everything. “Let’s see how much love survives this.”

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

Reggie said. "Well it might not be how I intended but solving a murder mystery as always been my dream." Nora said. "Yeah, it'd be cool. I could write a documentary on it." Alice agreed. "Can you guys be serious? We have a real problem here. This is real life not some kind of documentary." Fred said, raising his voice. The group agreed not to tell anyone about what they saw in the woods. It would be a secret they'd take to their graves. They split and went to their various houses.

It was physically impossible for me to get up and keep going. “Forgive me for touching you, Donna.” I recognized him as Niccolò. I let out a small gasp in surprise when he picked me up in his arms and ran. I held onto him tightly when I started to hear low explosions. I looked behind him, my eyes widening in horror when I saw the end of the building erupting in flames. It kept going, one explosion after the other, like a domino effect, and colored the night sky with orange flames.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

“W-Who are you? I don’t know you! Security? Security! Throw these lunatics out now!” Judging by Cassandra’s reaction, everybody realized something was up. Jumping to action, Wesley pounced on me. Ready for him, I yelled, “We are live. Touch me, and I’ll defend myself with the law.” Wesley slammed to a stop and glared at me with an ashen look. Snapping out of her thoughts, Cassandra ended the livestream frantically. With millions watching, she had streamed for nearly twenty-four hours. The feed went dark. Her response was a clear sign to all that she had something to hide.