Audio Book Catching Fire Novels & Stories

The moment those words left his mouth, anger surged in Cillian's chest and without a care in the world, he stepped forward and gripped Damien's suit. "You–" He'd just begun when suddenly, a loud shout from somewhere interrupted him. "Oh my God, there's a fire!" Both their heads snapped towards the direction where the voice had come from. The moment Cillian's eyes landed on the smoke accompanied closely by a fast spreading orange blaze, his grip on Damien's suit completely disappeared. Fire. It wasn't a false alarm. There was actually fire spreading. "Fire! It's a fire!" Another scream filled the air and shortly after, the entire room broke out in Chaos. Screams filled the air and the sound o

"Good. Now, keeping that music box in your hands, I want you to go back. Back to the night of the fire. You're seven years old. In your bedroom. What do you see?" "I can't see anything. My eyes are burning. There's smoke everywhere." "That's okay. What do you hear?" "Screaming. Downstairs. My mother is screaming for my father. And, and there's another sound. Crackling. Loud. Like paper being crumpled." "The fire." "Yes. It's so loud. And hot. The air is hot. Hard to breathe." "You're doing great, Lana. What happens next?" "The door opens. Someone comes in. I think it's my mother. I call for her. Mommy. Mommy, help me. But the person doesn't answer right away."

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 .

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

Walking through the smoke was a girl with short blonde hair and the blue eyes I had locked with just a minute ago. “Heather?” Matt wheezed, but before he could say anything else, she crossed the room. Her fingers extended into claws, and she broke Matt’s cuff. Her face winced, but she never let out a cry of pain. “Come on, this place is not safe!” Alaric yelled as the fire licked the ceiling. I helped Matt stand up, and Alaric threw Matt’s arm over his shoulder, helping him out of the room. The fire crackled around us as we made our way out of the cabin.

--- The Firestarter Fiona and Darwin were deep in strategy when the explosion ripped through the building. A deafening roar. Glass shattering. Flames erupting. The force sent Fiona flying backward. Heat rushed over her skin, smoke billowing instantly. Her ears rang, the world tilting sideways as she gasped for breath. Darwin was already moving. He grabbed her, yanking her down behind the overturned coffee table as debris rained around them. Thalassa’s voice crackled over the comms, panicked. “Fiona! Darwin! What the hell just happened?!”

She lost herself in the words, letting them pull her into another world, another time, another story that wasn’t hers. She didn’t even notice when her eyelids grew heavy. Didn’t notice when the book slipped from her fingers. Didn’t notice when she drifted into unconsciousness. Heat. It was the first thing she felt. An unbearable, suffocating heat pressing against her skin, wrapping around her throat like a vise. Then the smell—thick, acrid, choking. Something was burning. Her eyes snapped open, and terror crashed into her like a tidal wave. Flames. They licked hungrily at the bookshelves, devouring the store in angry tongues of gold and crimson. Smoke curled in thick plumes, turning the air

“Come back. Just hold on to me. I’ll take the fire. I’ll carry it if I have to. But don’t leave me.” For a second, just a breath, I felt heat sliding against my own skin, not burning but settling like it wanted to rest in me. His fire was brushing against my voice, clinging to it. The girl gasped softly. “It’s listening again.” My chest tightened, both terrified and desperate. If his fire really clung to me, then maybe I could call it back each time. Maybe that was the only thread holding him here. Before I could answer, a branch snapped in the distance.

“Stay behind me.” “No,” Evelynn said, her voice trembling but fierce. “We do this together.” The fire within her answered, spilling heat across her skin, dancing at her fingertips. The creature tilted its head, as if curious, then snarled, a sound that shook the trees. It lunged. The world blurred. Evelynn thrust her hands forward, fire bursting from her palms in a sudden blaze. The creature shrieked, stumbling back, its body smoking where the flames touched. But it didn’t fall—it regrouped, circling them with unnatural speed.

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.