The Night Ends With Fire Book 2 Novels & Stories

He replied huskily as the fireworks exploded above us, illuminating the night sky just as his lips met mine in an explosion far more intense than a thousand fireworks. 'Until the fucking end of time.’ THE END (Thank you for joining me on this journey, please spare a few moments to read the following authors note)

Only this time, it wasn’t just a little beam—it was the whole bottom of the ship, glowing and ready to burn the world. “Run!” Maya screamed, sprinting toward Julian. But the air started turning to glass. The Judges were freezing it, trapping the city in a glass cage before the fire came. Maya tried to move, but her feet stuck to the road. The silver scar on her hand flared, but not with light—this time it was dead, cold black. Blackness started crawling from her hand down to the ground. The Ink of the End. The dark part of the story she’d always tried to ignore.

Justina stood beside him again, quiet, steady. “This doesn’t end well,” she murmured. “It never does,” he said. “But we start anyway.” Their reflections stood side by side in the glass, his shadowed by fire and hers softened by hope. Two survivors, one secret, and a war waiting to begin. The fire between brothers had been reignited. And this time, the world would burn with them.

The whole field was becoming a huge book, writing itself beneath their feet. “We have to find the real Gabe,” June said. She grabbed Dante’s hand. His grip was weak, but she squeezed harder. “If his name’s on the list of the dead, there’s got to be a way back. This book is alive. It listens to us—our blood, our work.” “You can’t change what’s already been eaten,” the shadow hissed, lunging. Smoky hands reached for June’s book. “Run!” June yelled. They tore across the field, but nothing felt solid. Each step crumpled the paper ground beneath them. Huge black letters appeared at their feet: THE END OF THE AVERY FAMILY.

I scream just as a bellow of fire blasts towards her. I get up and run towards the fire. Dagahra ignores my actions completely. He probably sees me as a gnat. I try to peer around the massive flames, but it is no use. The heat coming off of his fire is too intense for me to get any closer. The skin on my nose even blisters as I try to get on my tippy toes. There isn't anything more I can do. Marina has been swallowed up by his attack. When he finally closes his mouth, my hope for Marina is completely gone. On the ground where she was are scorched pieces of her clothes. The smell of burnt hair and skin are thick in the air, making me gag.

she said. “She is returning to pass it on.” And so the council stilled. Because they remembered what she had given up. In the Temple of Silence, where the Book of Endings had rested untouched for generations, the air shifted. Pages began to turn. Not with wind. Not with a hand. As if breath itself had returned to the tome. It stopped on the final page. Blank, until it wasn’t. A single line, scrawled in fire: “The fire walks again.” The temple bells rang on their own.

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

It had been ages since I’d bled. “You see? A much greater gift is coming.” I looked up at Thales face, seeing my own emotions reflected back to me in his eyes. And as I covered his mouth with mine, I knew all was going to be well. THE END Hello to my beautiful readers. I hoped you enjoyed this story, please let me know by leaving a review. If you would like details of my other books and upcoming projects, please follow me on social media. Links below. Stay safe and much love.

But it was Hope and her mother, and countless other nameless, faceless supernaturals. I stand as I would if these were pyres for the dead, watching as the building collapses and the flames flicker up into the sky that is just starting to darken as the sun sets. The reds and oranges of the flames blend into the sky as the setting sun creates a picturesque image in front of me. The sun is long gone when the flames finally burn out, and I make my way back to the car. As I pull away, I dial Beta Carlos. “Levi.”