California Burning Novels & Stories

“There’s a good place in California?” “Yeah. Sam’s buddy from med school works out there, said that he’d find a bed for you. It’s probably one of the best burn victim centers in the country and it ain’t free, but don’t worry about payin’ for anythin’. The club would cover. I mean, if you want to go out there, but I don’t see why you would. We’re all here. Zoe’s here. Denver has good burn clinics, your brother told me. Right?” “Damn,” Scars said quietly, not answering the question. “I didn’t realize, I don’t think. This is way worse than the first time.”

I knew we couldn't erase the abuse they'd endured, but I'd be damned if we let it continue. King Cian raised both arms, an arc of fire dancing between his palms. "We will burn the rot from this place." He flung his hands forward, the fire rolling from them in a wave, crashing over the convicted with no mercy. Beta George was the first to be hit; the force of the flames knocked him prone even as his clothes ignited. High-pitched screams pierced the air, finally fading as the fire died and left nothing but ash behind.

Layla struck the match with a thumb and tossed it. Fwoosh. The next second the flames took the manor like it was born to burn. The flames roared into the darkness and burned all what it came in contact with. Calvin stood in the doorway, watching the fire catch the rafters. No words. Just that same unreadable calm. Alice kicked aside a corpse, holstered her pistols. Calvin stood in the doorway looking at the fire as it engulfed everything and was burning it. He didn't say a word he just stood with his calm unreadable expression like nothing in this word surprises him.

There is nothing to do but turn away now. Half an hour into our steady trot home, my wolf pricks up to a change of scent in the air. It’s burning. We all turn the horses around to see the dark sky lit up. Orange and yellow flames are rising up on the horizon. A huge forest fire is streaking across the valley. /Has Marcus…torched fucking Kallio? Is that his warning?/ /He’s as subtle as a kick in the head./ Lucas agrees. “A fire…fucking hell,” Cesar muses aloud.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

"I've told you, now isn't the time. We'll talk about this when the company's in a better place." Shelby's face darkened with fury. "If you're going to be this tight-fisted, maybe I should find another sponsor. You're a complete disappointment," she sneered. With that, she turned and stormed out. She slammed the door firmly behind her, not once looking back. Tucker's gaze lingered on the door as it slowly closed. A deep exhaustion weighed on him like an unbearable burden. The company's ongoing troubles were already a constant source of stress, and Shelby's harsh outbursts only made it worse.

A coastal town? I didn’t know California well enough to know exactly where I was, but the redwood trees and direction of the sun were a dead giveaway that I was indeed still in the Golden State. The faint scent of charcoal told me that wherever I was had experienced a forest fire recently, although that didn’t really tell me much either. California was practically as infamous for their yearly fire season as it was for its earthquakes. At least my kidnappers hadn’t whisked me off to another state, or another country. If I‘m still in California, I can get help and hopefully figure out what the hell was going on here.

“No, as per his order I should burn it after completing the mission” “Whose house did you burnt down? Where was it?” “In california” Blake swiftly opened an image from his phone and showed it to him “Was he the person in that picture?” “Yes, he is" Blake froze.

The vineyard had always been the heart of the Del Fuego legacy, but now its fire was reaching farther than Maria or Celeste had ever imagined. What began as a pact in Mindoro had become a movement across the Philippines, then a flame across continents. Yet the fire was not uniform. It burned differently in Jakarta, in Nairobi, in Toronto, in São Paulo. It danced in crosswinds, shaped by culture, history, and context. And now, it was time to gather those flames into something larger—something that could endure.

The fire crept slowly up the fabric, heading right for her. Her father looked at her, still smiling, not noticing. Caitlin tried to back away from it, frantic. “Daddy, please help me!” she screamed. “Find me, Caitlin. You have to find me. There’s just one key left. And then we will be together.” Caitlin felt the fire creeping closer to her, her whole dress a ball of flames. She could feel the heat, feel it about to scorch her skin. She knew that, in just moments, she would be burned alive.