Woman On Fire A Novel Novels & Stories

Fingers resting on the curve of her own thigh like she was daring someone to challenge her right to be there. And no one did. They couldn’t. Because here was a woman who hadn’t just survived the fire. She was the fire. There were no trumpets. No horns. Just the sound of every wolf in the chamber... lowering their heads. She had not mated for power. She had not begged for acceptance. She had walked barefoot into their house, torn it down, fucked their kings, and took her seat with nothing but her name and her nerve. And from now on, that was what royalty looked like.

Everyone were crying and running but there was no sound she could hear. There's Badbloods everywhere. Winged ones, large wolves, tailed ones, elementals, and a lot more she didn't know existed. Standing at the gates was a woman with burning hands. Her hair was auburn red and her eyes were angry as hers. She waved her hand and released a ball of fire hitting Maddy. The old woman screamed and fell to the ground as the fire slowly leeched her life away. Rila was breathing heavily. The carnage was overwhelming. The smell of smoke and blood was real. The terror around her was real. For the first time in a long time she felt fear and scared.

Died. Alice sighed heavily and repacked her shattered hair. Her body was already on fire. The she heard approaching foots to the door, followed by a knock. She knew immediately, it was Endy's friends. She took her cloth and gun , then walked to the window and jump down. She rushed to her car , entered and drove off immediately....

Rain hit the windows first, soft and scattered. A minute later it came down hard. The lights flickered. Mia got up to check the back door just as a streak of lightning split the yard. She froze. The color drained from her face. "What is it?" I asked. She didn't answer. By then Adrian was already on his feet. He grabbed the nearest heavy candlestick and moved toward the door. Another flash of lightning tore across the dark. For one second, a figure appeared beyond the glass. Tall. Motionless. Waiting.

What a jerk. “Wait a minute,” She glances between Steven and me in perplexity, her jaw practically dragging on the floor now. “Are you telling me she has a phobia for fire!” “Is it bad if I say yes?” “What the hell is wrong with you, if you knew about this then you should have made a bloody announcement!” He shuts his eyes close when spittle flies out of her mouth and lands on his face, I can’t help but grimace in distaste but Miss Rosabella didn’t seem to care and continues. “She’s literally in a school filled with people who have powers to control fire!”

Mary trusted me to keep her safe, she trusted me to help her navigate through the evils of the world, and I, the most powerful creature in the world, hadn't been able to do that. I was so busy wallowing in my emptiness that I didn't smell the fire or see the smoke. I didn't hear the screams coming from the upstairs rooms. I didn't notice the naked woman with the fiery red hair descending the stairs. The only thing that pulled me from my stupor was the pleas of Alpha Ash, begging for his life, begging the woman to forgive him for his sins. The woman seemed not to notice him as she walked toward him, her fiery flames following her every step, licking every part of the mansion. I heard Ash scre

Screams filled the air, short, sharp, cut off as the flames devoured them. For a moment, all I saw was red. The fire wrapped around me. The pain was sharp, but I welcomed it. I thought of my son, tied in that warehouse, still alive. I thought of Mikaela, in her grave with a bullet in her. And I thought of myself, the woman who answered to two identities: Karen White, Hailey White, but originally Karen Douglas, not broken, not powerless, but the one who made the final move. The mansion crumbled. The Blacks burned with it. And I, tied to my chair, let the fire take me.

The woman had given them a devilish smile -you're the ones who didn't stay- and attacked them with a fireball as if it was a dragon spitting fire- while the girls screamed, ran and tried to put out those flames that consumed them in agony. The woman laughed, but when the lights of the surrounding house started to be turned on because of the screaming and noise, she simply disappeared in the shadows of the night. At that moment something caught Matteo's attention in the book he picked up -he didn't even know how many he had read that night- and he exclaimed:

Now that I've mastered my flame people don't dare double cross me, I'm not a weak little girl anymore, I'm a feared woman. I protect people and they pay me in return, not much though. Being able to give people the protection I never had is payment enough but a girl's gotta eat. I hop into the shower and let the water cascade down my sore muscles, damn that guy really did a number on me, my whole body is aching. I run some shampoo into my knotted hair and soap my whole body down as the warm water continues to soothe my aching joints.

From the day i was born my mother always told me i was a fireball, but she never knew at the age of fifteen that i would become not only the first of our kind to attain the power of fire but the only of our kind that didn't shift into a lycan but instead some type of hybrid of a hellhound and a werewolf but also coming with the ability to manipulate fire. some called it a gift but to me it was a burden no matter where i went my entire life I've been one big ball that people just can't seem to understand, It also didn't help that i could care less to help them understand either.