The Night Ends With Fire Book 2 Novels & Stories

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard

Elena *****Nightfall — Camp Beyond the Ruins***** The fires were smaller tonight. Controlled. No screams. No collapsing towers. Just the quiet crackle of flames and the low murmur of warriors setting camp among ash and broken stone. The twins were finally asleep, wrapped in cloaks too big for them, their breaths even against my chest. Finn had one fist tangled in my shirt. Fia’s fingers twitched now and then, like she was dreaming of something she couldn’t escape.

Amber said to him in a tone she didn’t recognize as her own. She didn’t wait to see his reaction. Hoped she’d fucking hurt him as she pulled the hood down over her head. Instantly, she felt suffocated, plunged into a deep darkness. She couldn’t breathe! This was how it all fucking ended, not with a bullet, but in this suffocating darkness… Chapter 41

“Do not twist this. I am doing this to end you.” “End me,” Orion laughed softly. “You already tried that once. You watched me burn.” My knees went weak. “I did not watch,” I cried. “I tried to go back. The fire stopped me.” Orion’s eyes flicked to me then. Just for a second. And in that second I saw pain. Real pain. So deep it almost crushed me. “You let me go,” he said quietly. Lucian stepped forward. “Enough. This ends now.” The ground cracked open between them. Fire shot up like a wall. Warriors screamed and stumbled back. The night sky turned red and black.

She exhaled shakily, finally allowing the weight of it all to settle. “This has to end,” she whispered to herself. But even as the words left her lips, they didn’t feel as certain as they should have. Because now, it wasn’t just temptation, neither was it tension, it was risk. Real, undeniable risk. And somehow that only made everything more dangerous. *** It was night, Zayne had fallen asleep already. The sound of running water came from the bathroom and in a few minutes, Mara sauntered out, dabbing at her face with a towel. Her petite body wrapped in another towel.

Glasses that hid a fire behind her eyes. Sienna. He swallowed the growl building in his throat and threw the phone down. “Too damn real,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. But even with Bree coming over tonight, he already knew what woman would haunt his dreams

It wasn’t nostalgia that filled the air, it was reclamation and a silent vow that whatever came next, this ground would stay belonging to them. Raven reached into her coat and pulled out a lighter. The small flame caught the edge of a fallen curtain, igniting slowly, deliberately. Jaxon watched, no protest, no question. Just a steady, measured breath. “You’re burning it?” She nodded. “Every ghost, every lie that started here. It ends tonight.” The fire spread, devouring fabric and memory alike. Smoke rose, curling up toward the ceiling where the gold trim blackened and peeled. The heat licked across the walls, casting their faces in restless light.

I couldn't let my mother kill that child, ever. That's when Oliver runs into the house, grabs my hand and helps me up. The mother turns around and, seeing him, she immediately prepares to attack - by creating a ball of fire that soon flies towards him. I get up, we run together towards the door, and when we reach it, Oliver opens and pushes me out. - Run away, run away now and save our baby. I am begging you, run away and don't look back.- he says and at the same moment a fireball hits his back.

Unfortunately the price for it was very high and had ended and destroyed many lives. We left the administration wing behind Anton in silence and marched across the area to a further set back building that looked very similar to the first one. Of course, Reese lit a cigarette, as soon as he was outdoors and only because he didn't let go of my hand, I realized that his thoughts were on me and the upcoming encounter. He probably feared that I would freak out or try to shoot them. Unfortunately I had to admit that I was no stranger to this idea. I had no idea what it would be like to face these proles. Maybe it left me completely cold.

And then we left him there. The countdown started. We ran. Past the cells, past the broken ghosts, through fire and falling metal. Up. Out. Into the night. The asylum exploded behind us, a blossom of fire and ash. The sky lit up like sunrise, swallowing the nightmare in flame. I fell to my knees, coughing, heart pounding. Aurora was beside me, gripping my hand, her face streaked with soot and tears. It was over. But peace didn't come easily. Because as the fire raged behind us, I realized something: