Until The Fire Nation Attacked Novels & Stories

All these questions rushed into my mind as we ran through the woods, surrounding the house and everyone outside the compound. My wolf frantically looked around as my warriors attacked the rogues, with the specific instruction not to hurt Ronan. There were so many of them, the rogues were not a match; they had no chance at survival. Then I finally spotted her inside a circle of fire, her wide, teary eyes looking straight at me. "You came!" That voice, loud and not via the mind link, sent vibrations down my spine. She was there, alive, crying, looking broken but alive and most of all relieved to see me.

Wendell was saying something when a loud shout suddenly halted our conversation. "Sir! King Zane!" One of the warriors came running toward us, alerting everyone, including the White Clan. He had claw marks on his arms and shoulder and was terribly bleeding. Panting, he pointed toward the forest, "We're under attack. It’s the Rogues! T–they…" "Jess!" Hansel shouted and ran to where my warrior was pointing, followed by the entire clan, who had a worry in their eyes. Wait, what? Was their Gamma a She?

“No—NO! YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” She fought him all the way back through the fire line, kicking and cursing and sobbing until he finally set her down, panting and wild-eyed. Her mother was there, clutching her brothers, with her father right behind them. Others, too—maybe two dozen survivors, huddled together, singed and broken. The Chief dropped to one knee, gasping for air. And Serenya— She lost it. “What kind of Chief runs from a fight?! What kind of Chief lets his people BURN?!”

And as the fire crackled in the night, I knew that our journey was just beginning. The fire crackled warmly, casting flickering shadows on the faces of our warriors gathered around it. Their laughter echoed through the night, a melody of resilience that intertwined with the crackling embers. I sat beside Jason, Eden nestled comfortably in my lap, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he absorbed the tales of bravery being shared. "Do you remember when we first fought the Black Faes?" a warrior named Kira asked, her voice filled with nostalgia. "It feels like a lifetime ago, but here we are, stronger than ever!"

They are not here to rescue us. I watch in horror as multiple rogue's come into the hall and start tearing the pack members into pieces. The rogue's don't seem to be bothered by the fire at all, as it doesn't stop them from killing the members of my pack. Seeing that the fire is the list of our problems now, Nathan orders the guards that are trying to put it out to protect his subjects instead. Even if we find a way to put out the fire now, a lot of wolves won't make it with the number of rogue's trooping in.

he asked, his voice laced with concern I nodded, my voice hoarse as I replied, "I'm fine. We need to get to Lucien. We can't leave him trapped in there." The warriors exchanged glances, their determination undeterred by the setback. With renewed vigor, we pushed forward, navigating through the debris and flames that threatened to consume us. Each step was a battle against the elements, the heat and smoke clawing at our senses. As we approached the mansion, the intensity of the fire grew, the flames dancing with a voracious hunger. The heat was suffocating, threatening to overwhelm us. But we pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to save our alpha's son.

Eden stood tall beside Jackson. Ferris stepped forward. His aura swelled so large it made the ground tremble beneath our feet. His voice rang out, commanding. “Tonight, we defend not just our kingdom but our families, our blood, our very existence! Stand tall. Stand proud. Fight until there is no breath left in your lungs! This is our home and we will not fall!” The soldiers roared back. And then— A blast of fire tore through the sky, crashing into the clearing with huge force. The ground shook beneath my feet as flames erupted. The first attack.

Raiden's pov I let out a howl as we burst through the final line of the forest. The house was consumed by flames, black smoke rising to the sky and painting the night air with the stench of smoke and burnt flesh. There are a lot of the pack members surrounding the burning structure, mom and dad, Lester.....Damon. Everyone tries to help the firefighters who were part of the pack as well. But the flames seemed angry, relentless to eat the structure alive.

Their guns and warriors were not enough for the rogues that started to surround them and attack instantly before they could reload. Nisha stopped at the entrance and turned to look at the damage to the city. Rogues and pack members still fought, but it was futile now. They’d overthrown the city, and those remaining hid in their homes. Rhys watched as steam rose from some of the houses, a few of the buildings catching fire from the pack’s own weaponry use.

"Theo, come over here. Read this section over, would you?" I took the book from him, taking a seat across from him and leaning back into the plush of my chair as I read the writing on the page. Before long I felt my own brow furrow and my lips turn down as I registered what I was reading. The writer was telling of attacks, Rogue attacks, circling town for months and growing increasingly close. They talked about fires staring without warning, of the whole of their borders coated in flame. I thought back to the fire I had seen blazing in the distance the night I came upon Alpha Rhodes. I thought of the movie night, of the whisperings amongst the warriors about the attacks growing nearer to the