Catching Fire Cover Novels & Stories

Making us vanish into nothingness. I need to react fast. This is bad, really bad. If she can catch on fire, she can do some real damage to my members. "Return to the pack ground, now," I commanded by the mental bond, and some of them were hesitant, but they obeyed. A few moments later, we ended up alone: the little red wolf, me, and the only woman I would take a silver bullet for. But Bardo, the Water Wizard, stood close by, ready to extinguish the fire.

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.

The little boy screamed in horror, realizing the fire was shifting closer to the middle, he felt his skin getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Skylar gasped, racing towards the boy. "Aiden!" Her eyes widened as she stared at the catching fire, circling her son. "It's getting closer, it's getting closer!" Aiden squealed in trepidation, feeling his skin getting burnt. Skylar instantly extended her hand towards the fire, almost immediately the catching fire froze, and with a flash of purple eyes, it broke into pieces, Aiden instantly ran into her arms, Skylar held him close to her chest, noticed the boy's shuddering form and just then, another fireball came towards them, Skylar's eyes widen

He covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, kicking open the severely charred door, and rushed inside recklessly. "Leah! Where are you!?" The flames licked at his clothes. Colin's coat caught fire, and he immediately discarded it without hesitation. In that moment, he saw a familiar figure crouched in a corner not far away. Colin's heart leaped. "Leah!" He ran over, enveloping Leah in his arms, calling out to her. "Leah, can you hear me?" Leah furrowed her brows tightly, a pained expression etched across her face.

‘Our date. ‘It’s a date then!’ I chirped as the door closed behind her. ***** Rum hugged me close. ‘What is it this time?’ I whispered, my eyes on the dim wall. ‘Fire.’ I grabbed my elbows, snuggled my chest into his, hoping that my warmth would comfort his trembling body. ‘Fucking assholes…,’ he cursed under his breath, anger in his voice. ‘They strapped me to a stake and set the whole area on fire.’

Fire attends and asks for an encore. It caught in the straw piled under the cart shed because someone had dragged a tarp over it in the afternoon and called that safety. We were there fast—Jasper, Jason, me, Lyra—four parts of a body that had learned to run on fewer hours of sleep than doctors recommend. We kept it small. Then a shout from the west. Then a shriek from inside the hall. Inside, flame had found the old banners. It liked their dye. It liked their history. It liked that men had bled under them. It licked up the cloth and made light ugly. Smoke banished the air.

Pour what’s left over the mattress, the curtains, the shredded clothes. Then I pull the lighter from my coat pocket, i flick it once.and flames rose. I touch it to the edge of the sheet. Fire catches instantly, greedy, orange tongues licking up the fabric. I step back. Watching it spread. The mattress goes up fast, cheap foam, synthetic fibers. Black smoke billows toward the ceiling. The curtains catch next. Flames racing up the wall. I didn't run yet. I crouch again. Pick up the album. Ripped out two photos of the child, one from when she was small, smiling gap-toothed at the camera; the other from the beach, older, wind in her hair, looking so much like Damien it hurts.

“I miss her too, but just a little while to go so get ready” “Oh im more than ready” He answers just as i hear the door click, i turn to see my supper being delivered, the sight of the lumpy cold porridge makes me gag, the woman slides it across the floor in a tray too afraid of me to get close after the asshole dropped a little of my fire and it turned his leg to dust, now they know how dangerous i am they dont dare come near me without there special see through suit, not that it cant save them but it seems to slow the fire down just a little, it stops my fire from immediately penetrating the skin, giving them a warning before it burns them to ash.

It's a breathtaking sight, one that fills me with awe. As I watch in amazement, Loic enjoys my awed reactions, a smile playing on his lips. The fire engulfs his arm, a shimmering veil of warmth and light, and my concern bursts out. "Loic, be careful! The fire...it could hurt you!" He chuckles softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Isa. Fire cannot harm me, I was born from the flames." With a wave of his hand, the flames dissipate, leaving his arm unscathed without a single blemish.

I screamed and screamed, but my voice was lost in the roar of the flames. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the fire stopped. Callista's head snapped back, and the flames died away, leaving me gasping and trembling with pain. But all too soon more fire started burning again and she turned to face me. The fire was hotter than before and quickly closed my eyes, however I felt nothing on me. It was as if the fire wasn't even touching my skin. Slowly and reluctantly, I opened my eyes to understand what was going on and I gasped, seeing a bright light, almost like a shield covering me and stopped the fire from burning me. What was going on? Was this the Lunar prey saving the child? Soon