Woman On Fire A Novel Novels & Stories

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

“Luna, you have sealed one door, but unknowingly, you have opened another one, i have been waiting all my life for this moment.” The crazy part of it was that this woman vanished into thin air before we could even react or respond to her. She disappeared into the smoke, and what was left was the vortex that had now been closed. All around us, the flames began to quench with rapid speed. Now we were all confused, and the question that we had in our minds was even more terrifying than the fire ; Who was this stranger woman, and what new door was she talking about, what new door had we opened?

She presses her palms to the snow and lowers her head until her nose brushes the ice. “She walks,” she breathes. A voice like gravel breaking in the fire. “She burns. She bears the mark.” My chest tightens. I look down—at the place where the spiral lives under fabric and scar. Kael doesn’t blink. His stance sharpens. “I think you’ve caught the wrong wolves,” he says, voice low. The woman lifts her face. Smiles. “No,” she murmurs. “We caught the right flame.” The scarred woman rises from her knees like smoke curling up through bone. Her bones creak faintly—too many shifts without full return. Too much time living outside the Warden code.

“You think a little fire can end a cycle that has outlived empires? You think you can burn away what is written in the bone?” I risked one frantic glance over my shoulder as we hit the middle of the stairwell. The giant woman stood in the center of the growing inferno, a titan carved from marble and flame. The fire danced across her pale skin, coiling around her limbs, but it didn't seem to char her. Instead, the heat seemed to be feeding something deep inside her, making her glow with a terrifying, inner radiance. Her golden eyes locked onto mine through the haze—bright, piercing, and filled with a fresh, predatory hunger that made my skin crawl.

Elena rose up calmly, dusted her skirt and left the cell after taking a last glance at her " I'll be here tomorrow to check on her again" " That's your business" The guard answered coldly and she let out a quiet sigh and left the dungeon * * * * * * A frail looking woman was seen holding a baby and running through a house that was burning. She ran through the corridors with purpose and thud!!! , the ceiling collapsed in front of her and the fire intensified. She turned to run back and saw two masked men holding weapons coming towards her with killing Intent . She gasped and sat down dejectedly on the floor in heart breaking sobs that shook her whole body. The fire was coming closer and close

After a few more seconds of scanning the area, Scar found the little one with a careful eye. She was on her knees in front of the fire with her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. Her lips were pulled into a straight line as her head tilted forward toward her bent legs. The flaming heat didn't seem to phase her as she kneeled there in quiet agony. She wore one of Scar's shirts with her large boots that were placed on her feet lazily, it was as if she had just jumped straight out of bed and ran all the way here, Scar imagined that had been the case. With a heavy heart, Scar ventured toward her before sitting behind his broken woman, his legs bent on either side of her with his arms placed s

I grabbed a nearby extinguisher and kicked the door hard. After five strong kicks, the door gave way. The acrid smell of smoke hit me instantly. Flickering flames licked inside—the fire was still small, but all it needed was time to grow into a monster. I removed the safety pin with practiced ease and rushed inside. Half the bed was engulfed in flames. On the other half stood a striking woman, wrapped only in a bathrobe. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She held a wine bottle, took a sip, then poured some onto the fire. The flames roared happily at the offering.

For the first time, my memories didn’t scatter—they aligned. Smoke. Splintering wood. A woman screaming my name through the flames. Marisol, run! And then another voice—smooth, cold, certain. “She can’t remember. It’s safer this way.” My eyes snapped open. I gasped like I’d surfaced from deep water, lungs burning. The fragments weren’t illusions anymore. They were confessions. Proof that the fire hadn’t been an accident—it had been a command. And the man who gave that command had blood on his hands.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

Looking at the face of the woman sitting on the boat, I felt that even the freezing waters of Quebec were warmer than I was. Lucas's mother! The woman the entire city believed to be dead twenty years ago—the woman whose supposed murder had branded my father a killer—was sitting right in front of me, very much alive. Her gaze was grey, just like Lucas’s, but there was no love in it; only a solidified, crystalline revenge. ​"You... you’re alive!"