The Night Ends With Fire Book 2 Novels & Stories

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

His zigzag motion drew the view of many of the creatures so full of ire. The substance holding the flame within adhered to the pentagram and stretched across the opening. Rufus stepped way back as the fire exploded, bursting beyond his place, hiding all out in the great cave away from his sight for a moment. But his flame sphere spun in circles where he’d just stood, consuming a few feet of stone on either side, and causing the ground all about them to shake. Rufus turned and ran as he heard the howls of the Uilepheist creatures. When he turned from the narrow shaft to look back, a great avalanche of stones started to cover the opening to the tunnels, but he saw the Uilepheist dragons squirm

“The mark doesn’t choose for us.” “And what if you’re wrong?” “Then we burn,” she snaps. “But at least we choose the fire.” I turn away. “I don’t want to lose either of you.” Her voice is soft. “Then don’t make us enemies before we’ve even begun.” I close my eyes because she’s right but I still see flames behind my lids. That night, sleep comes in fits and when it finally decides to takes me, it drags me deep. I'm standung in a field of ash. The sky is split. Half fire, half storm and before me rises a dragon with two heads, one body. One of fire, the other of shadow. Both crowned. Both bleeding.

Two people on a Thursday evening with a fire and their books and the specific ease of a second beginning that knew what it was built on. After a while Don picked up his book. Ernest picked up his. They read. The May evening moved around the house in its unhurried way. The fire burned companionably. Ernest thought: this is the second beginning. He thought: it is also simply Thursday. Both things were true. Both things were exactly right. He turned a page.

I whispered. "It's impossible only because someone erased it." The vision shifted. Smoke darkened the sky. The crystal towers burned. Dragons fell from the heavens trailing crimson fire. Armies clashed beneath shattered banners while the streets ran red. The happiness vanished. Only ruin remained. The youngest guard turned away. "I've seen enough battlefields." "You haven't seen this one," the guardian replied quietly. "This was the end of an age." The final image appeared. A woman stood before an enormous stone gate.

I paused for a brief moment before replying in a calm and peaceful manner, "Yeah, I won't be returning to the country. Please stop calling me, Zeke." I hung up the phone. I had basically severed all ties with him. I stared at the skyscrapers outside. From this point onward, Zeke Jones and I had nothing to do with each other. We would never cross paths ever again.

And all the while, Aelin glowed brighter, her light tearing at the seams of the world. The Weaver’s shadow stretched from the rift, clawing toward the palace, curling with hunger. Aelin screamed, her light bursting outward— And the chapter ends as the entire city is swallowed in blinding silver fire.

he said, eyes already gone dark. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Time stopped. Matteo yelled something. Lazaro’s finger curled. And I knew he was going to pull the trigger. To be continued... Chapter 38 – Burn Them All Amara The city burns. Flames eat through rooftops like hungry mouths, smoke veils the sky until the sun itself disappears. Sirens scream like dying violins. Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

It wouldn’t stop until every one of them was broken. ☠️ End of Chapter 22