100 Novel(s) Related To Chicago Fire Fanfiction

I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength. After what felt like forever, no rescue came. Only Thomas’ mocking voice, saying, “So, what now, babe? All the nearest rescue teams ran. They’re pulling the fire brigade from the city. “Even then, it’ll be at least half an hour. Might as well… keep racing? “Go for it. We’re all waiting to watch you cross the finish line.”

"Just stand there like a good little girl and quietly wait for the fire to eat your flesh!" "Charis, open this gate!" I plead, my heart going incredibly fast as I twist the doorknob over and over. "The roof is about to collapse on our heads! You will die out there too!" "Your soul deserves this painful death!" Charis sneers, her eyes filled with absolute, pure hatred as the flames dance behind her shoulders. "You are the monster who started this fire, aren't you?" my tongue demands, my throat feeling completely dry and parched from the heavy smoke. "The alpha pack council will hunt you down for this crime!"

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

I twist his doorknob and push the door open only to immediately stop in my tracks at the sight that meets my eyes. Oh my goodness. This can't be happening. "Oh my god" I say with an appalled tone of voice My best friend jumps off of my boyfriend at the sound of my voice with a shocked facial expression. No. Please, tell me that this isn't happening. "Hanna, this isn't what it looks like" Chadley tries to defend as he stands up with an obvious tent in his pants I glance over at my best friend only to see her trying but failing to cover her body with his blanket, the same blanket I slept under one night when my parents and I were fighting.

But I would keep chiseling at the foundation until even her shadows cracked. She would learn that defiance had a cost. And this time, no one would come to save her. I didn’t sleep that night. The fire had left a scar beneath my skin that no time, no war, no empire of wolves could ever cauterize. Some nights, like this one, it returned in the form of smoke behind my eyes and screams echoing behind my heartbeat. I saw my brother’s hands reaching through the flames. I saw the Carrington crest burned into the wall behind him.

Part of the gray ceiling already collapsed—right where she was curling minutes ago. Sasha’s eyes widened. Now the one above her is also threatening to crush her to smithereens. Not to mention the fire inside— Fire. The bright, orange element that once used to chase away the darkness. The fire that she had stared in the fireplace in her bedroom’s apartment. Fire, the very name of her pack: the Fire Moon Pack, is now challenging her to death. To devour her alive, in flesh and blood and soul. This is the dream. She swore that the fireplace she stared at was never a dream. She’s sleeping in her bed with a canopy and gilded frame now, perhaps also thrashing against the sheets as her sweat-slicked face contorted to fear.

The cabin echoed with our cries, the fire crackling, as they marked me with their mouths, leaving me spent but craving. Chapter Three – Unbridled Ecstasy The firelight danced across the cabin walls, the night deepening, but the passion between us burned brighter, a wildfire consuming all restraint. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, pussy and ass stretched from their relentless assault—yet the hunger raged. They loomed over me, the auburn one’s eyes glinting, the curvy one’s lips curved in a wicked smile.

Olivia's Pov Chicago was supposed to save me. The cold air when we stepped off the plane, the skyline flashing silver in the sun, the comfort of routine. I thought if I buried myself in work, if I forced myself into the rhythm of schedules and charts, I could erase what happened in Vegas. Erase the heat of his mouth. Erase the burn of his hands. Erase the memory of almost giving him everything. But I couldn’t erase the truth. I wanted him.

Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

Chapter 11: Rivalry And Hate RYAN’S POV I pushed through the heavy door of The Rusty Anchor, a dive bar on the edge of Chicago’s south side, the stench of stale beer and cigarette smoke hitting me like a wave. The dim lights flickered overhead, casting shadows on the cracked wooden floor, the jukebox in the corner playing some mournful country tune that grated on my nerves.

Thoughts flooded my mind as I drove home late that night. My heart felt heavy, and my throat seemed to constrict around a huge, spiky lump, trying to choke me. Was this truly how I would lose my second chance mate and remain mateless? Was I fated to be alone forever? How could I possibly get my mate, who was soon to be lawfully wedded to the most dangerous mafia leader in Chicago? If we can't get her peacefully, we'll get her forcefully, Sphinx grumbled.

“That’s what you are missing right now. A long rough fuck. I am sure Devin has the stamina for that.” “Oh please, he is stronger than that.” She sipped the orange juice that the waiter put in front of her when Luka was talking. “I think for the first time we will be in bed will be epic. Very dirty, rough sex is coming my way, I can feel that.” I cough at her statement. What the hell was wrong with Chicago these days? Did something change in this city the time I was away from it? Were some drugs controlling people’s minds? Or was it the air pollution that was polluting people’s imagination, too?

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

Because she wasn’t wrong. Chelsea stepped closer, lowering her voice. "You’re like the worst person anyone could be mated to and I… I will never be jealous of you because you are nothing, and I am everything. Tomorrow, when I turn eighteen, I’ll be mated to the Alpha. And when I become his Luna, I’ll make sure you’re scrubbing my toilet floors all day." I forced a smile. "I’d love to see you try." I turned away from her and Noah followed behind.

The smoke is making my eyes water and my lungs burn and I sink down to the floor where the air is slightly better but not by much. "Please," I whisper. "Please find me." The heat is building and I can see flames starting to come through the cracks around the door and I realize the whole building might be on fire and nobody knows I'm here. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out with shaking hands and somehow there's a signal now and it's a text from the real Sebastian asking where I am because I'm late for lunch. I try to type back but my fingers aren't working right and I can only manage to send *fire old science building help* before my phone slips from my hands.

Ryder held Alice’s hand trying to calm her down but almost immediately a blazing fire fell on Ryder’s hand and he immediately let go of Alice’s hand,,gr0@ning in pain “Ryder!” Alice’s eyes wide-ned,,some students immediately poured their water in Ryder’s hand and the fire went down “F**k,,where did that come from?” “That’s weird” The students began to murmur,,Alice was also confused until her eyes fell on Kingston. He stood up and walked out of the cafeteria coldly,,Alice followed him silently and he went into a restroom.

I touched her shoulder gently. She woke with a start, disoriented. “Sorry. It’s just me.” I held up two coffees. “Got these from the vending machine. They’re terrible, but they’re caffeinated.” She sat up, taking one gratefully. “What time is it?” “Three-fifteen. My shift ended, but I’m all yours if you still want to talk.” “Won’t you be tired?” “I’ve pulled worse hours. This is nothing.” We talked. For hours. She told me about Chicago in detail—about Alina, the Iron Serpents, the violence, the fear. About watching her best friend almost die and feeling helpless.

Because Lilly didn’t just bear fire. She was fire. And I would worship every fucking inch.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before everyone's eyes.

I know Chi is just trying to make it better so I finish my last few papers and head downstairs to meet Chiara. We drive around town and buy a couple of things before heading to the square with all the restaurants. On our little walk, I feel Flint stirring. I haven’t felt or heard from him since the day after the fire. As we pass a fancy restaurant, he snaps to attention. ‘She’s here!’ I howls. ‘She’s not. She died. I’m sorry buddy. It’s time to let her go.’ I say softly. But as we turn the corner my heart stops.