We Lost In The Fire Bastille Novels & Stories

she continued, as I stared at her open-mouthed. "I.. but.. where? If Yannick is dead, won't they just.." I trailed off as she shook her head, "We don't know, but.. they lost. A battle.. most of the pack is gone.." she said, her usually so stoic demeanor looking shaken to its core.

Yvonne’s POV With the thought of mum still there in my mind. I sat there quietly, Madame Celeste Duval's last words still spinning in my head and the card she’d given me was still in my hand, the edges pressing lightly into my palm. ‘Going to Paris,’ all sounded like a dream but one too far, too big and too good for someone like me. She must’ve noticed my silence because she didn’t rush me. She just stood there by the window, arms crossed loosely, watching the night fade behind the glass.

Maxwell was behind me, taut but dedicated, even if he didn’t like my choices. We made it to the outer perimeter. You don’t say final words,” Bastian whispered “On your command. I let out a breath, the heaviness of it all bearing down on my chest. And then, I gave the order. “Burn it down.” The Forgotten was like a storm, fast and cruel. Magic sang through the air, fire swallowing the outpost before the guards had even managed to react. Screams filled the night.

another soldier began, turning his rifle under his chin in a grim resolution. Bang! The gunshot ricocheted, missing the soldier’s head entirely. A scarred, wax-covered hand had intervened, knocking the barrel off target. The figure behind it was imposing, muscles tense with the bearing of authority—a Baron. Others flanked him, igniting a flamethrower that roared to life with infernal light. A sheet of flame erupted, forming a searing barricade that incinerated the moths attempting to follow. The roaring blaze illuminated the Baron’s features: it was Gazier.

​Before her operative could reply, Selene's phone buzzed on the table. ​She picked it up, looking at the breaking news alert broadcast from the local Parisian news network. ​The headline flashed in bright red across the screen: ​"DISASTROUS ARSON AT HISTORIC 5TH ARRONDISSSEMENT: MAISON CÉLESTE DESTROYED IN OVERNIGHT BLAZE." ​Selene smiled—a horrifying, lethal smile that illuminated the dark room. ​"It's time," she whispered.

“Twins. Jacques and Lisette. Lost their mère by the hands of the council. Their aunt raised them. I stayed close, but then…” His crimson eyes burned with old pain. “The Council came for me too. Thought they’d wipe out the Valentine line before it got too strong. I led a rebellion then. We almost won.” “What happened?” Lucien’s smile was bitter, razor-sharp. “They killed my friends. Burned my allies. I ran. Hid in Europe. Made them think I was ash. Better that than bring death to Jacques and Lisette.” Rio’s hands clenched into fists. “And now me.”