Books In Fire Novels & Stories

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 .

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

Sleep vanished immediately from her eyes, she didn't know when she rushed out of bed, but soon she found herself sprinting across the hallways, following Raquel blindly to wherever it was that the fire was happening. The closer she got, the more she could smell the burning books. The smoke was thick in the hallway, filling her lungs and making her cough. Finally, they got there. It was the King's Study and it roaringly with flames. There were guards and servants there though, trying to quenched the fire with water while the guards went in to rescue the King.

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.

Father has tried to get him to quit too many times, but since his academic results are great and his combat skills even better, there’s only so much he can do. Tristan rises, slipping the silver lighter from his pocket. Instead of handing it over, he strides toward me. Stopping beside the desk, his eyes narrow as he flips to the front page of the book in my hand. Across the cover, golden letters gleam with the words: The Nature of Fire. He returns to the couch and asks, “Didn’t Lilith say your fire magic was dormant?” “That’s what I thought too,” I murmur. My fingers tighten against the cover, and I try not to think of the many possibilities to explore. Kade abandons his spot and draws close

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

“I couldn’t find any other books that mention anything about the Fire God.” I slid my fingers closer, then stopped. My hand hovered over it. Maybe I should wait for the King to open it. I glanced sideways at him. He wasn’t smiling. Right now, his mouth was set, sharper than his eyes. “So,” I said, because silence was worse. “This book takes us where, exactly?” Jaxon looked at me for a long second before he shook his head and answered. “The Fire God’s territory.” My throat tightened. “Is it another planet?” I asked, pursing my lips.

I had thought that it would burn me – taking a peek at the two women who were with me, they were back away from the fire, Leah patted the small flame that got on her pants, Lyv helping her put it out. I could still feel the heat, but what was odd was that the flames didn’t burn me. I lowered my hands slowly, looking at the book – now burning yet the pages were intact. My heart beat fast as I walked back to the podium. I blink, there was something new. I blinked again. I rubbed it, feeling the sting I had felt when Leah brought me to Neverwhere.

Then fell back into his unending abyss of silence. And while the fires licked out of control at Honeycomb Haven, spreading from the upright wooden box-hives to Cassie Patrick’s house and the outbuildings, the Gospel Book Store downtown blazed away itself like a beacon in the night—having been similarly torched—its hundreds of Bibles burning and melting, turning to holy ash inside the structure, before Glee Deadmond even had the chance to purchase a new one to replace her old.

Their gazes lock, “It means that fire wolves are the most dangerous werewolf created, and that’s why they must remain pure.” She cracks up. “This sounds so much like a fairytale, and I’m not surprised. It’s the kindergarten book along with that one as well.” “Hey! Do not make jokes, Jac, these are the only books so far that graze over who you are. There are over a thousand books written about werewolves lore and none is written about fire wolves except these two and it was very hard finding them.” he frowned at her. “I’m sorry then for making fun of them and disregarding your effort.”