California Burning Novels & Stories

Though she tried to sound optimistic for Sienna earlier, Callie knew that things were looking bad for all of them living near the Ashen City. It has been fifteen years since the Great Burning took place in the middle of the city of Santa Barbara. No one knows precisely what happened that fated day. Some say it was an accident, while some say it was done by terrorists. But there’s one story people believe the most—the one where a man burned the city for revenge. Parents started to use it to scare children who liked to stay out late, saying a dragon would descend from the skies to burn and punish them.

“So is this part of your couple enactment where you act as his knight in shining jeans?” But even before Cal could punch Ansel in the face, the bed beside the Alpha burst into flames. The hungry fire devoured anything that hindered its way, climbing to the walls and the ceiling. Until the bedroom of Cal Steele was engulfed in flames, shining with fire in every corner and every inch.

There is nothing she could do with Estefan's influence and power. She watched the fire burn like a temper as if the leaping flames had a wave of terrible anger toward the living world. It moves faster than a person can run through a Calesa, moving as drastically as they do. Soon the air will be too smoky to breathe and hot enough to scorch the skin. The air smells and tastes like bonfire while the horizon glows orange beneath the smokey wind-dragged plume. Her eyes shed a river of tears as her mouth slowly uttered, "No...no..."

You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission! As I stared at the long string of zeros, I smiled and tapped on the airplane booking app. I was going to Smoke Bay of Snowland. It was a one-way trip, and I booked a first-class seat for myself. That piece of trash had promised me multiple times that we would watch the aurora together, but he never fulfilled his promise. I had plenty of time and money at present, so I was going to see it on my own. I stood up and pulled the curtains back.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

Minutes later, as the stolen cargo disappeared into the night, the Cali shipment erupted into flames, sinking into the dark abyss below. Malibu, California The first Molotov cocktail shattered the front window of the nightclub, the flames crawling up the walls like hungry hands, turning the sleek, high-end establishment into a burning tomb. Then came the gunfire. The Russians didn’t just attack quietly—they made a statement. Men in dark suits, their faces cold and unreadable, stormed through the VIP sections, dragging Cali men out onto the streets, forcing them to their knees, executing them in full view of horrified civilians. Blood pooled onto the sidewalks, the flames casting dancing shad

Callie angled herself better, squinting to read the message more clearly. It said: 'The flame will destroy the one she loves.' Callie's brows raised in confusion. She read it again, slower this time, wondering why anyone would write something so ominous in the middle of this peaceful garden. It didn't make sense. She turned, opening her mouth to call Damon's attention to the weird message. But the flowers in her hand suddenly burst into flames. Callie screamed and threw them down immediately, watching in horror as the bouquet hit the ground. But instead of going out, the fire spread-- fast and unnatural, racing across the grass like it had a mind of its own.

Or what's left of it. Catalina's initial. And in the background of the message, a photo showed the Valentino estate in flames

"No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love." "THAT IS LUDICROUS!" I roared at her. "This will serve as a lesson, to both of you,” she said as she took turns in looking at Nathaniel and I, “ You will be watched. I will make sure that my descendants will watch your progress. Until then, good luck." Then the room went back to normal but the spot where Florence stood was vacant. She had disappeared, leaving us to deal with the aftermath. As for the wom

It was not a dream to be with you. It was a prayer. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| As I stood overlooking the sun kissed Calabria, the waves crashing below seemed to mirror the turmoil within me. My heat raced as I thought of Zyra, the woman who managed to fucking entangle her soul in mine with so fucking perfection that it almost suffocates me to breath without her. Only, I know how I have been surviving on my own these past few months. Maybe it was the hope of getting her back where she belongs.