After The Fire Book Novels & Stories

She was about to go look for Swayer but suddenly began perceiving something. “Is that smoke?” She asked and almost immediately, the fire alarm went off. Her eyes widened and she wondered where the fire had come from. She immediately packed up her books and that of Swayer as well then ran towards the lab door but what welcomed her when she opened the door was frightening. Everywhere was already covered in smoke and her heartbeat skyrocketed as she thought of Swayer's whereabouts. “Swayer!!” She yelled and began running towards the cafeteria but the fire had already gotten to that area. She decided to go get help and silently prayed Swayer was okay but on getting to the exit of the building, s

She just gave them the desired attention both needed to their own respective percentage. They planned about the trip some days after Alexia went to the cinema with Clinton. After she narrated to Bruno on how she was attacked when she was lodging with her friend. The friend’s name she didn’t disclose to Bruno and even the gender. Bruno never bothered to ask so that it doesn’t seem like he as forcing words out of her mouth. They just discussed about the robbery and how scared she and her friend were, what they feared and what actually happened. Even after that incident, Alexia kept being scared of locality as a whole. She feared to come out or even associate with certain kind of persons just i

THE GIRL WHO COULDN'T BURN Walking on Fire The morning after the Red Court attack. The grove is scorched, yet the tent holding Nya remains untouched. Ash clings to trees like snow. A circle of coal still smolders. Nya steps barefoot into the embers. Around her, wolves halt mid-task. Conversations die. Even Maera stops stirring her healing tinctures as the silence thickens. Ceres (gasping softly): "She's walking through fire... as if it doesn't see her."

And that terrified me. I slid carefully out of bed, not wanting to wake Noah just yet, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The early light streamed through the windows, casting long golden beams across the counter. I made a pot of coffee and sat at the table, laptop open, staring at the last page I’d typed the night before. The title still blinked at the top of the document: Surviving the Fire: A Journey of Love and Healing.

The goddess must hate me for some reason. Wiping the thought from my mind, my eyes land on the only fictional book in the stack. I am actually a “facts over fiction” kind of girl usually. But, this time, I find myself choosing otherwise. Maybe it’s time for a change. Running my fingers across the cover and staring at the fiery red dragon, I am suddenly reminded of Millie. Goddess, Millie!

Just as they lay on the bed, enjoying each other’s bodies and trying to forget their worries for the moment. The heaven rumbles. “It seems we’ll be having a downpour.” Eli nodded. Soon, the Rain tapped against the windows of the small apartment as Eli lay on his side, facing Adrian. Their bodies were tangled beneath a threadbare blanket, their skin was warm from shared heat, their hearts were still racing from all they had endured. The silence between them wasn’t awkward, but it was a rare kind of peace, the kind that came only after a war.

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

I also appreciate honest critics as well. I promise that when I’m back, you’ll have a far more adventurous writing of Fire on Fire Book 2: ELIJAH. Thank you guys so much. Happy holidays!

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

**** Author Note Thank you for reading my book and sorry the recent updated chapters have not been that good. There was a fire outbreak In my area this week about five of my neighbors were burnt to death. It has been very traumatic. I am finding it hard to write. And since the fire was caused by the electricity, we don’t have light until further notice. I will re-edit the book when everything is better.