Catching Fire Chapter 14 Novels & Stories

His eyes burned with a fervent, almost religious zeal. He reached for my face, his fingers, cold and long, extending towards me. I twisted, my bound body straining against the invisible bonds, a surge of desperate energy bursting forth. Flames, sharp and silver, erupted from my hands, arcing towards him, but he was terrifyingly fast. With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected the fire, and then, with blinding speed, his hands shot out, catching my wrists in an iron grip, forcing me still, the last remnants of my struggle dying in a frustrated whimper.

My head snaps up just as Ryder glares at me, his fangs flashing like silver in the firelight. Jace! Snap out of it! We have to move! His massive head presses against my shoulder, shoving me upright, breaking me from the trance. A switch flips in my mind, and suddenly, my body responds—driven by raw instinct, by survival. We sprint down the hall, flames licking at our fur, the searing heat biting at our skin with every step. Smoke coils around us, thick and suffocating, but we push forward, weaving through the wreckage of burning furniture and shattered glass. The walls groan, weakened by the relentless inferno, as more Molotovs shatter, their liquid fire exploding into new, raging blazes.

I know every trick in her book and I’m ready to fight her every move, ready to make her mine. I see the fire beginning to ebb as my ropes begin wrapping around my wrists and crisscrossing over my chest. “I love you, Kenna. You are MINE!” I shout as the last of her fire goes out. The moment it does, I run straight for her. I have until the count of four before she’ll start breathing her fire on me again. I’ve just reached her when I see the shift in her body as she prepares to blow her fire again.

Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command. It started small—a flicker, a spark in the underbrush near the nearest scout. Panic sparked in his eyes as the fire licked toward him, hungry, alive. Another step, and a second burst ignited, precise, deliberate, a warning turned weapon. Serena realized with a cold, sharp thrill: she was no longer prey. She was predator. The moment came suddenly—a scout lunged, and instinct overtook thought. Her hands exploded with controlled fire, a wave that threw him backward, screaming. The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation.

Chapter 41: The First Night The fire in the stone hearth crackled with a mocking warmth. It cast long and dancing shadows against the walls where the severed heads of beasts stared down at me with glass eyes. I sat in the heavy velvet armchair facing the door. My knuckles were white where I gripped the iron fire poker.

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

The crowd was pushing and shoving to escape the fire, which seemed to encircle me with relentless determination. “Katherine!” I heard Darius’s voice calling, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. The fire was closing in on me. I ran, unsure of what else to do, but wherever I went, the fire seemed to guide me away from the others, trapping me. I didn’t understand. Hadn’t Acan created this fire? What had happened to it once it hit the ground? I was forced into a tent that quickly caught fire, blocking my only exit. I pressed myself against a table as the flames rose around me, forming an almost impenetrable cage. What was happening?

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

I raise remains into the air, and drop them as people are trying to run away. Everyone around is screaming and running in fear. I raise my other hand; I watch as fire extends from my fingers, I smirk, I throw the fire towards all the buildings engulfing them in flames. Charles is laughing in amazement, as the town starts to burn. We quickly run towards the gate, passing through, we close it and place a boulder in front of it, sealing their fate.

Chapter 13 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… Darkness surrounded me and the screaming of the wind filled my ears. The ground shook beneath my feet, cracking with each step I took. My flaming fingertips trailed along the walls of the building next to me, catching it on fire with ease. Inside, I was filled with more pain and anger than humanly possible. Terror woke me from my nightmare, and I sat up screaming. Looking down at myself, I jumped out of the bed as I realized I was on fire. “Fuck! No!” I shook my hands, as if I could shake out the fire.