The Night Ends With Fire Book 2 Novels & Stories

I knew that this was enough to end the candle of my life. I couldn't protect the others, but I was able to protect Jackson and steer him away. I was able to take him away. I grabbed the fire that Fiona had directed towards me, and with the last supplies and all the love I felt from my family, Jackson, his family, and my pack, I was able to take Fiona with my burning claws and embrace her with my last efforts. Everything that was inside me made me hold on to her. "NO, let me go" Fiona yelled "We're going together," I said firmly and locked my burning arms around Fiona. It was not an ordinary fire, it was a fire element that was enchanted and intended to destroy, and it did. We were both burne

I could hear the crackling and popping of the wood as it burned, a symphony of destruction. I'm calling for Eira, but I can feel her stir within me in pain. The fire was hurting her, too. I was a vessel for her magic, and as I was consumed by the flames, so was she. This was George's plan. This was it. This is the end. There was no escape, no last-minute rescue. Just the fire, the pain, and the bitter taste of defeat.

Flames clawed at the walls around them. He pulled her into his arms, every muscle screaming, and stumbled toward the exit. Behind them, the heart of Carter West’s empire burned. As they reached the final door, Ava whispered something, her voice faint against his shoulder. “Is it over?” Liam looked back one last time at the fire devouring the only world they’d ever known. “Not yet,” he said, voice low and determined. “But it’s ending.” The firelight reflected in Ava’s golden eyes as the door shut behind them.

He once said that one day, we would look back and reminisce on all these photos when we were old. Those were our happy, beautiful memories. "No! Please don’t burn them!" I desperately tried to stop him, crying and begging. My eyes filled with bloodied tears. But William still emptied the photos into the fire. As the flames swallowed them, my body became even more transparent. It was almost completely invisible. I was about to disappear. 'Goodbye, William.' "Whitney, the biggest regret of my life was falling in love with you. I will forget you completely, forever."

But I also knew I needed to process everything that had happened, needed some space to think. "I'll be okay," I lied. "You should get some rest too." He looked like he wanted to argue, but he nodded and gave me one more lingering kiss before heading to his own room. I changed into my pajamas mechanically, going through the motions without really thinking about what I was doing. Then I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep that I knew wouldn't come easily. There was fire everywhere. The flames reached up toward a blood-red sky, consuming everything in their path with an insatiable hunger. Even the sand beneath my feet was scorching hot, already turned black and glassy

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

he asked again “no, and what rumors?” “Good, then you shouldn’t have any problems in the afternoon. I’ll be back to talk you through it if you perhaps fear being poked with needles” he left with that not waiting for me to speak. I don’t fear syringes, I scoffed and what rumors was he talking about. I remained standing there until I had the sound of his car leave the parking lots and our automatic gates get shut.

Now that he’d developed and strengthened his psychic abilities, he also had them to fall back on if the occasion called for it. When his meal was done enough for him to eat, he shuffled the flames around until the fire was nothing but low burning embers that gave off a mellow glow. In an area that was practically pitch black at night, he needed some assistance seeing his immediate surroundings, but he made sure that the embers were barely glowing to prevent attracting unwanted visitors.

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

Above us, the door trembled under fists not quite flesh. Below us, the detonator waited. “We wait,” Alex said. “We make them bleed.” “No,” I said. I stepped forward. Gun raised. Heart steady. “I end this.” I pressed the charge. The crypt roared to life around us. Fire climbing fast. Walls splitting wide. Screams tearing through steel. Not mine. Not yet. I turned to Alex. “Kiss me.” He did. Because even endings deserve something soft. Outside, the sky burned red.