We Lost In The Fire Bastille Novels & Stories

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They had taken the treasury, the records, the gold, everything they needed to vanish. He sank to his knees as the firelight washed over him. For once, he understood what Serina had meant when she said some fires don’t warm; they only destroy. When Cassian and I rode back through the gates, the sky was orange with smoke. The people lined the streets, watching the palace burn. No one spoke. I dismounted slowly, the heat against my face sharp and dry. Cassian placed a hand on my shoulder. “She set us up,” he said.

Because if I lost, everything I loved—my family, my legacy, my city—would turn to ash. And I would be left alone amidst the ruins. Dante and I moved fast, slipping through the back alley exit of the bar. The streets were unusually quiet, the tension in the air thicker than smoke. I could feel eyes on us—whether they were Luca’s men or just ghosts of paranoia, I didn’t care. Every step brought us closer to the fire he had lit, and I was done letting him play puppeteer with my empire. We pulled up to the eastern warehouse district twenty minutes later. The entire sky was painted with orange flames, the sharp stench of burning chemicals biting the inside of my nose. Fire trucks were blocked fro

I replied. " I will, how are you enjoying your vacation in Paris" " Quite eventful" My stay in Paris was really eventful, first I saw a wolf killing a woman and now I found out that I had a resistance to fire, and it was not the first time it's happened. " Aunt Magaret told me what happened today, are you alright?" she asked. I could hear the worry in her voice. " I am, " " What were you thinking entering the fire, trying to act like a hero" she scolded me

" Listen to Me Daniella, Eighteen years ago around the time when you were born, His highness, traveled to Paris for some reason, I think to lend a helping hand to the government because around that time insurgents were planning to Cause war, so His Highness assistance was required urgently. After a lot of discussions and disagreements, they finally decided that the mothers and their kids Should be transported out of the country while the men should Remain to confront the battle. " Taking a deep breath Queen Annabella continued her story. " The Day came for the relocation and large trucks were available to relocate the Women and kids to a safe place for the main time, the Women were a little

Her heart torn between loyalty to her father and the admiration for the strength displayed by Maximus. As the battle raged on, a realization dawned on Maximus – victory against the might of the palace was impossible. With a gesture, he signaled a retreat, disappearing into the shadows once again, leaving behind the wounded and fallen. Bastian, standing amidst the aftermath, pondered the events of the night. The lines between right and wrong blurred in the flickering torchlight. Callista, watching the retreating rebels, felt a conflict within her – torn between familial loyalty and the yearning for a just world.

Because I— I felt my mother's hand touch the back of my leg, grounding me, and it snapped me back to the present. I took a deep breath and continued, "And the fourth, still no taller than a sapling himself, has already killed two would-be assassins. His fire could rival that of my own someday. And yet, they come from a 'broken line'." I looked away from Amnati in a clear dismissal, taking in everyone else's faces.

"Nat, it's all my fault. I never should've gone along with your mom. I should've let you out!" Mom stepped back in shock, but she still refused to admit fault. "No way! That door could be pushed open from the inside. How could she have been burned to death? "Right! The footage—surveillance footage can be faked! You all must've teamed up with that brat! Are you trying to scam us for money?" Seeing that she still refused to accept reality, Dad turned to her, his voice heavy with grief. "Enough! Nat died because of you!

Lena’s heartbeat was a thunderstorm, her thoughts moving faster than her feet. King had been standing right in front of her. He had known this was coming. And now? Now he was gone. She didn’t have time to process the implications. The moment King vanished, another player had entered the game. And Lena was running out of moves. They crashed through the cathedral’s back entrance, spilling into the moonlit streets. Paris was still on fire, its skyline pulsing with riots and desperation. The old world was still dying, but now? Now someone was trying to hurry it along.

Did I even have a say in my own life anymore was all that was circling in my head at that time. But now, now I had to wait for the escort team to arrive, I would subsequently leave with Isaiah and travel all the way up South of France. That was where one of the major HQ was situated in, the closest one in London I was told mysteriously burned to the ground. Thankfully, no casualties. It was strange however considering how a fire of that magnitude wouldn't be broadcasted on the news. I guess that's how these stations worked, they always seem to glaze over the important information. Like they pick and choose what we watch, listen to, what we know. In more ways than one, we are all being contro