The Wind On Fire Trilogy Novels & Stories

For a long moment, no one spoke. Then I said, “Then we fight not just to protect what’s ours. We fight to protect what must not fall into their hands.” 2: Threads of Fire The wind shifted before the threat came. I stood on the ridge where Rafael once dreamed of fire, watching the northern trail where the Dustborn had first appeared. Now it carried another scent sharp, bitter, iron-soaked. It curled through the trees like a blade too long unsheathed. “They’re close,” Seris said beside me, her eyes narrowed.

My phone and photo album seemed to be filled with traces they had left behind. There were photos that I had secretly taken of Simon's face while he was asleep, graduation photos we had taken in our graduation gowns on campus, and photos of us together under the New Year's fireworks. There was also a short video from one of Gem's birthdays, where the three of us had laughed until we doubled over in the restaurant. I looked at them and deleted them one by one. The images on the screen were so full of life, yet my heart hurt so intensely. Still, that pain made me understand one thing even more clearly.

I hadn't been able to talk to Austin for days, so I didn't know how things were turning out for him either. I finally returned to school after the rumors eventually died down. Even though I was back in class, I dared not talk much to Austin anymore. I just stole fleeting glances at him every now and then, like someone guilty of a crime. Ever since I got grounded, Austin got back together with his usual friends, particularly Judith Myers, his closest friend. They used to be deskmates too, and since the both of them hadn't been interested in studying, they shared plenty of topics and interests.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

Almost like several voices were speaking through her at once. The flames responded to her chanting. Every time her voice rose, the fire roared louder. Wind tore through the clearing. My hair whipped around my face, heat swallowed my skin. Fire and wind collided around us in a violent dance. My heart hammered. Time lost its essence and meaning. Seconds became years and minutes became forever. Sweat rolled down my temple, my clothes clung to my skin. My lungs fucking burned inside of me, but I stayed. I couldn’t leave. I wouldn’t.

This wasn’t like the movies, this was fucking reality and I might end up shooting myself in the face, or worse — end up mistakenly shooting Chris, if I tried using a gun in a situation like this, for the first time. The ground suddenly vibrated as a loud, ear-shattering sound went off, leaving my mouth hanging open and my heart jumping into my mouth in fright. My ears rang loudly for long seconds as I struggled to get a firm grip on my surroundings. The ground still rumbled and the air smelled of sulfur. Like I just stepped into hell. My mind grasped onto the tiny thread of thoughts that made sense now, wasn't that the bomb that Chris and I abandoned? What the fuck did I unknowingly get myse

Fire consumed wind. It was like a fire tornado. Now, the Jayzepanese was in trouble. Wind could deflect physical attacks, yes—but fire was different. Magic, elemental force—call it what you will. The intense heat roasted him from all sides. Ray's mind flickered. He exiled the Jayzepanese and simultaneously withdrew his Spatial Domain. Immediately, a vortex of fire and wind twisted within an impossibly narrow space. No matter how the wind surged or how fiercely it roared, it couldn't escape the confined area. The inferno had nowhere to spread, forcing the Jayzepanese to endure relentless heat, trapped and tormented from all sides.

I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history. "Do you believe in magic now?" A childlike voice disrupts my reverie, singing around me in the darkness. The singing is filling my soul with intense apprehension and dread. Uh Oh. A sudden wind hits me, tossing me around wildly. It reminds me of the vortex that tore me away from Meena on the fairy hill in Ireland. We were watching a solar eclipse until an unnatural gale tossed my ass into ancient Troy. The wind suddenly stops; my stomach is hitting my throat as I'm falling through space.

The wind was howling, and the sparkler in her hand lit up her gentle profile. In the background, Archie's voice carried a playful tone. "Sienna, make a wish." Sienna smiled as she blew out the sparks. Her gaze almost melted the camera as she said, "My wish is for every year to be like today, with Archie by my side." A cold chill ran through me. With Archie by her side? What about me? Was I just a joke to her? My gaze drifted, stiff and robotic, back to the photo of the hands clasped inside the car.

Because they had. "Jameson." Marco appeared in the doorway, his expression grim. "We'll handle the cleanup. You two should go." I nodded. "Make it quick." "Always do." Cat and I walked out of the safe house together, leaving Fiona's body behind. The sun was setting over Chicago, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. Blood and fire. Fitting. "You know what this means?" I asked as we reached the car. Cat looked at me. "What?"