Audio Book Catching Fire Novels & Stories

Her face had been marked with red flames, curling over her eyes, her mouth, until she looked like she was burning. Gasps echoed around the room. Damien’s men scrambled, searching for the source of the projection, but Grace couldn’t move. Her body was locked, her heart slamming against her ribs. Another image appeared. This time, it wasn’t Grace. It was Damien. A younger Damien, bloody and bruised, dragging himself out of a burning building. The warehouse fire. The message was clear. The past was coming back. And Marcus was writing Grace into the same flames. “Cut the power!” Damien roared. Within seconds, the projection died, plunging the room into darkness again.

"... I had the impression that something was attempting to cause me harm. And then, it came. The nightmare. It started quietly, a whisper.’ The. But it soon became a hoarse call of voices, all of them screaming. I observed the eyes of my family and companions, who were all torn apart. Fabian appeared to me with haunted thoughts of his loss and blood, hands soaked with the cost of war. The ferns burned around us, flames rising like wild beasts. I tried to scream, but the smoke—thick and smelling of gas stole my voice. The fire trapped me, and I couldn’t move.

Somewhere in the mess, a candle lay knocked over, wax hardened against the side. Then came the image again: Cassie and Ledger, laughing, holding hands. That stupid kiss. Her fingers flicked the lighter and a flame burst forth. Then she released her finger. She repeated the motions a few more times before leaving the flame on. Her eyes fell on the book shelf and before she knew it, she was setting the books on fire. “Let’s see how perfect she looks when everything’s gone.” The flames caught on the curtains and then began to spread. There was smoke and heat.

The fortress was chaos. Wolves rushed with buckets and soaked hides, trying to smother the flames that devoured the eastern corridor. Children cried as mothers herded them into the cold night. Sparks rained from the rafters, catching in fur and hair, forcing frantic hands to beat them out. The air was thick with smoke, bitter and choking. And everywhere, eyes cut toward me. The whispers rose even through the roar of fire. “It started when she woke “Look at her hand “The Harbinger fire she’s losing control

Cassie was just about to change the subject, when she heard people around her screaming in panic. 'There's a fire! Fire! '

CHAPTER ELEVEN – FIRE AND LIES The fire spread faster than I thought possible. Flames licked the ridge like angry fingers, cracking the earth beneath our boots. The air was thick, choking, each breath burning my lungs. Luca clung to me, eyes wide with terror, and I felt a pulse of raw fear that made my hands shake—but I forced it down. There was no room for fear. Not now. Bishop’s laughter echoed over the inferno, carried by the wind like a promise of death. He had positioned himself above us, eyes glinting with satisfaction. And the second spark plug… glowing faintly red, perched on the edge of the ridge like a ticking bomb.

Before I could react or understand what was going on, Ezra had snatched the book right out of my hands and thrown it into the fireplace. “Ezra!” I went to go after it, but she caught my hand in hers and yanked me back with a strength I wouldn’t usually associate with Ezra. The book caught fire almost instantly and the rate at which the fire engulfed the book was phenomenal; the heat in the room no longer feeling comfortable to me. “Why?” I looked at her in betrayal, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. Malachi and Ezra both were hiding secrets and they didn’t want me to find out what that was. No one did.

On the way home I opened up one of my reading apps and continued were I left off when I last read the story. My insides started feeling like someone set them on fire mostly between my thighs, I shrugged it off and though it may be because of the book I was reading, after all it is a linzvonc book and it’s filled with all kinds of erotic scenes. The fire within me started getting hotter and hotter, my skin started feeling like someone was holding a flame over it. I started scratching and screaming from the intense heat, Chad stopped the car and touched my hand, he pulled away as he felt the heat radiating off my skin. I removed the seat belt and removed my coat hoping that that would do me so

It started with smoke, curling slowly from beneath the door of that lone room in the forbidden part of the castle. Then the fire caught ablaze, setting the very door of the room on fire. The door burned fiercely, the sight like a raging furnace. A door made of fire—that was how Celin, the eyewitness to it all, would later describe it. A desperate scream tore from her throat. "Fire! Fire! Someone help!" It was her fault.

“You can’t protect her from destiny.” “I don’t need to,” I said. “She’ll decide her own.” My claws tore through his chest. The light in his eyes died instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. The fire flickered and died with him. Cara was still chained. I broke the links easily and caught her as she fell forward. Her body trembled, but her eyes met mine with the same fierce spark I’d fallen for. “I told you not to follow me,” she whispered. “And I told you I wouldn’t listen,” I said.