Novel & Cerita La Casa Que Arde De Noche

Serena’s / Martina’s POV “Is he… is it done?” Isabella’s voice reached me before I even reached the bottom of the estate steps. The Ivory Cage burned behind us, the flames climbing higher through the shattered windows and broken balconies. Smoke poured into the night sky as the mansion that had once terrified the entire city slowly collapsed into fire and ash. Dante and I walked down the long marble staircase that led from the terrace to the drive. The night air was thick with smoke and heat, and the glow of the fire turned the entire estate into a flickering battlefield.

“No… no, no, no—please…” They skidded to a halt. Smoke was pouring from the windows now, thick, black, choking clouds that rolled into the night like a warning. Flickers of orange light danced behind shattered glass, fire licking hungrily at the inside of the house, alive and growing. Camilla’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh God,” she sobbed. “They’re in there.” Her knees buckled, and Rafael barely caught her in time. “They’re all in there,” Camilla continued, her voice breaking completely, the words shattering as they left her mouth. “Gloria… Lucas… Stacy... Cassie… Nikolai… Emily… My family!”

Lifting my head, I blink away the smoke from my eyes and slowly sit up. Binx shadows over, shifting into cat-form and rubbing his head against me. “Hey, buddy,” I whisper, and run my hand over his sleek fur. “Kristy?” “Cal? I’m here. Are you okay? I can’t see you.” “Nobody move,” Tabatha instructs. “Ignus.” A fire roars to life in the fireplace, filling the room with light. She rushes over to Evander, and Kristy comes to me, extending a hand to pull me up.

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

I saw the bedroom door closed with a slight slam that made me jump in surprise. With difficulty, I got down from the bed and leaned against my bedroom door to listen to them. I was curious what Adam and Catherine would discuss. But when I pressed my ear to the door, I heard Catherine screaming loudly. "Let me go! That hurts!" From her scream, I could picture Catherine's eyes blazing with rage. Her hands may have even been shaking as she glared sharply at Adam. That's how I remembered Catherine's angry outbursts. I listened again, now I could hear Adam's voice replying after a few silent seconds. I could make out Adam's low but trembling voice, like he was struggling hard to keep his anger fr

The mansion that once stood as a symbol of power and wealth was now eerily silent, its doom approaching. Gabriel stepped forward, handing Cassian a lighter. The flick of the metal lid broke the stillness as Cassian opened it, his eyes locking onto the house—now no longer a home, but a grave for the family who had dared to cross him. His face remained cold, unmoved by the destruction about to unfold. With one last glance, he tossed the lighter toward the mansion's front door. The flames ignited instantly, crackling with a hunger that devoured everything in its path. Fire raced through the house, consuming it from the inside out.

A woman wearing a crown shaped from living flame. She turned toward me. For one impossible second, I thought I was looking into a mirror. Then I realized the differences. She wasn't me. She only wore my face. Her lips moved. Three quiet words reached me across centuries. "Finish what I began." The vision shattered. Without thinking, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the hilt. Power exploded through the chamber. A shockwave ripped outward, throwing guards and cultists alike off their feet. Stone pillars cracked from floor to ceiling. Ancient runes hidden beneath layers of dust ignited in crimson fire, spreading across every wall like veins awakening after a long sleep.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*