California Burning Novels & Stories

We ran for the elevator as quickly as we possibly could, and as soon as we arrived outside, I tapped the earpiece one more time, and. BOOM! The biggest Organ Bank in California was on fire!

I notice that there’s only one set of breakfast meal, so I casually speak to him, “Hey, aren’t you going to join me?” “I’ll be busy watching you eat anyway, so why bother eating?” he goes again with his joke. “Suit yourself, I’m famished so I’ll dig in,” I answer him. Then I start digging in while we have a conversation, “So tell me, why 7-layer?” “Good question, well, seven is a perfect number,” he quickly answers. And then adds up, “And they say the California sky is layered in seven perfect layers, something that you can find only here.”

Thinking he’d like nothing better than to stave the dandy fucker’s head in when this was over, he smacked the shillelagh against his leg. From the tug’s wheelhouse, George Fish watched the city burn. Flames licked from waterfront roofs, spread block to block, warehouse to warehouse, the smoke boiling up to meet the low-hanging clouds. Through the alternating ribbons of darkness and glare, the river cut a serpentine path. The scene was biblical, and with the dead rising from the water and swarming the dry land, apocalyptic. “Hell of a sight,” tug Captain Ernst Heppel observed.

He hummed kissing me all the way up to my jaw as I made incoherent sounds at the back of my throat. "I'm burning." I let out as I grabbed his cheeks between both of my hands and made him look at me. Maybe that way, he'll see how miserable and agitated I was. I felt like my body was no longer mine. It felt so new and it wanted more than just simple touches and kisses. "My body is burning for you Caesar. Please do anything, I don't care. Take care of it, I completely trust you." He placed a small kiss on my lips and then went back to looking at me in admiration.

“Shit! We need to get out there, Bryce. They’ve been gone for several hours, and no word has been heard. Have the Gamma send the elite squad in that direction.” “Now, Nolan, I’m not doubting that you and your wolves are very strong or that you have experience with other supernaturals, but Marilee said she has the ability of going invisible. Do any of you have special gifts?” Cynthia asked with an arched eyebrow, standing and interlocking her fingers in front of her. Without saying anything, Nolan looked to his left and right, gaging the amount of space he had to shift into his wolf. When he realized that there was enough room, he leaped forward ripping his clothes, with his oversized black w

Aria Monday The sun in California felt different. Warmer. I stepped out of the car and into my parents’ driveway, suitcase in hand, and took a deep breath. Their house sat at the edge of a winding road in a quiet neighborhood near Palo Alto ....white stone, orange trees, vines crawling up trellises. It was the kind of home that stood tall and sure, like the people inside it. My mother opened the door before I could knock. “Hi, baby,” she said, already pulling me into her arms.

I threw that cell phone in the basement, poured gasoline over it, and lit a match. In the blink of an eye, the basement went up in flames. As chaos erupted, I slipped into the shadows of the estate, vanishing into the dark woods beyond. As the fire burned, my cell phone started vibrating violently.

"No, Fola, you're....." "No interruptions please!" She stated in plain and stoic tone and that shut my flare up immediately. "She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally.

“Yes.” With that, I turned towards the warehouse without a second glance and watched as flames engulfed the walls, slowly burning its way up and soon the entire building was a blazing inferno. This was no ordinary fire; it was Hell fire, the fire that is used to punish the evil, tainted souls. It took mere minutes to burn down an entire building and soon, the sirens of a dozen fire trucks sounded in the air. When I turned back to where Kaleb had been a few minutes ago, I found the spot empty and the cool night breeze ruffled through my hair, whispering the news of his departure. I shouldn’t be searching for where he went, but I found myself looking around for him nonetheless.

"Uncomplicated things are usually just things that haven't been looked at properly yet." Dante picked up his coffee. He thought about Selene. About the folder. About twenty-two years old and no other options and fourteen years of being very good at something terrible. "Your Finch contact," he said. "You can make contact in the next ten minutes. Use the new burner, one-time voice. Short." Elian nodded, already reaching for the phone. "After that," Dante said, "we need to talk about what happens next. Because The Meridian will already have flagged that the Bucharest window closed without confirmation from me, and within — " he checked his watch " — approximately four hours, they will begin the