California Burning Novels & Stories

I know from our cram course about the California coast that Santa Cruz was home to a large university and was considered a very progressive city. Now, however, it looks deserted. A long section of the highway we’re following is elevated, allowing us to see a good distance in all directions. To our right, green hills covered with houses rise to a height of several hundred feet, while to our left the downtown section of the city stretches off to the ocean. From our raised vantage point, I can see a large number of destroyed buildings—far more than would be found in a similar-sized section of San Diego. I guess that comes from being so much closer to where The Incident occurred. Some of the des

I had never burned a day in my life, so I never even considered sunscreen, but apparently my mate had needed it. I felt horrible for not properly caring for her. “T, are you set?” I asked. “I’m great, why?” “Uh, babe, you’re burnt. I don’t mean like a little either. You are extra crispy everywhere.” When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere. Her perfect breasts were just as burnt. A hazard of floating naked. “What?” she asked and ran into the house. “No!” I heard her yell when she finally saw herself.

In the winter’s day, it’s as cold as ice right?..... The cold experienced during the winter is often not foretold. When the sun is directly overhead the equator or tropic of cancers or capricorn, whichever one, also when the north wind meets the sea. At their meeting, a catastrophic conjugation of misplaced ego as per which would persist. The esteemed purpose of their existence deflected and the unalloyed confliction stages. As this staging is going on, some part of the earth suffer it the most. A solidification of essence and prostitution of non conserved weather. That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas.

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

"I was part of a special unit. We were... we were tasked with monitoring certain threats—natural disasters, potential wars, that kind of thing. But then we started hearing rumors. Whispers about something bigger. Something we couldn’t control." He paused, his jaw clenching. "We were told to keep it quiet. Not to panic the public. That there were plans in place to handle it. But those plans... they were too late. By the time we realized how bad it was going to get, it was already happening. The fires, the destruction... The Burning wasn’t an accident, Maya. It was inevitable." I felt like the floor had just dropped out from under me. My mind reeled, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

“Then I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen. He snapped his fingers. And Calista’s body burst into flames under Hellfire.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you get out of this alive. Kael would be insufferable if I let his mate die." Kael's growl was weak but pointed. "Dexter." "What? I'm being helpful." Dexter's grin widened. "See, Elena? I can be a team player." We crested a hill, and Northridge territory spread out below us. My breath caught. The main settlement was burning. Not the whole thing, but enough. Three buildings were engulfed in flames, black smoke pouring into the twilight sky. Wolves, dozens of them, circled the perimeter like sharks. Even from here, I could see bodies on the ground. Too many bodies.

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.

I didn't want to hear the bullshit that came from her mouth not tonight, not when I didn’t know what was happening between Cali and me. ………… I’m standing in the middle of town watching the buildings burn. The night sky makes it easier to see the flames. Horses are bucking trying to set themselves free from the ropes to escape the heat. The townspeople were running around with buckets of water trying to put it out but it only made the flames rise higher. “There’s the witch! Get her,” A unfamiliar male voice shouted over the chaos. I didn’t run. They couldn’t touch me. Only one person could end it, end my life..

Blossom's POV "Burning?" I repeated while I quickly reached for the TV's remote and searched for the breaking news. 'A mass evacuation is underway as locals flee from their homes because of the current situation. Eight wildfires are burning California currently. Sonoma's wine country to L.A and surrounding areas. Get out if you haven't already." "Holy...." Jevan said when images of the fires showed on the screen. It looked like Hell. Jevan started making some calls and after minutes of watching him paced the bedroom and ordering commands, he turned his attention back to me.