Catching Fire Cover 소설 & 이야기

Tres fretted. “Just grab your coat, let’s go!” Tres hurriedly threw his arms into a hoody, muttering, “Okay, okay.” He opened the door and they dashed into the hallway. At the end of the corridor, James could see softly flickering orange lights; the fire was burning somewhere below. He stole a quick glance towards the lounge and saw flames building through the glass door. That end too? In that brief moment of hesitation, he couldn’t help but wonder why the alarms had not gone off yet. He shook it off and turned to Tres. “We need to get as many out as we can, got it?” Tres swallowed back his fear and nodded.

the lamp fell from her grasp and he barely registered the muffled thump and the whizzing liquid out of the container but he did felt the heat that spread next, the center of the mattress had caught fire, the flames turning and growing to every part the oil had spread. Devika could not hear exactly what he said but they were a string of curses under his breath no doubt, she had scarcely enjoyed the moment of victory over him when she was once again hawled up and pressed onto something very hard and if not for the slight spicy cologne she could have very well mistaken her husband's chest as a rock. "Danish! Vir!"He called for his men as the whole cotton mattress caught fire in front of his eye

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.

~EVERETT~ I turned toward where Knox was staring, my heart still pounding from everything that had almost happened between us, and immediately my stomach dropped. The curtain beside the window was on fire but this was not a tiny flame or even something manageable. The cigarette seemed to have caught the edge of the fabric, and the fire quickly spread up, with orange flames eating the cloth like it was ready to burst into flames. For a second, I just froze like my brain refused to process what I was seeing.

she cries out, thus catching the attention of Kai, but chances are he can’t see her lying on the ground covered in the tall grass. She can hear the sound of an arrow flying through the air but can’t pinpoint where it will land until it strikes the ground, just missing her hand, another scream pops out of her mouth before she covers it and tries crawling away. This one has been lit on fire, causing the ground around it to suddenly erupt in embers and flames to catch the grass. Thanks to the water around the edge the grass is moist enough that it doesn’t catch fire instantly and sizzles out eventually. Soon after, a barrage of fire arrows are flying around her and setting ablaze everything the

I find an elaborate gold zippo covered in elegant, embossed moaning women, and snap it open, admiring the tiny blue-orange flame that flickers to life, so small but beautifully destructive. I stand, giving Andrew one last look, before igniting the curtains in his living room one by one as a healthy blaze grows. The smoke builds and the heat warms me, as the alarm begins to raise its call, and the auto sprinkler snaps on, too little too late. The fire engulfs the plush rug and couch, swallowing the body of the monster I brought down. I smile as I slip from the room, headed for the exit on the lower level where Liza and the girls should be waiting. We’re finally getting out of here. We’ll fina

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

"Thirty feet and no cover." Nico looked at the bar, he looked at the wall of Russians advancing on us. He grabbed a bottle of vodka from the debris on the floor. He ripped a strip of cloth from the tablecloth and stuffed it into the neck. "Matteo," Nico said. "Light me up." Matteo flicked his lighter. The rag caught fire. "Cover fire on three," Nico ordered. "Run on four." "One," Dante counted, raising his guns. "Two."

“Stay behind me.” “No,” Evelynn said, her voice trembling but fierce. “We do this together.” The fire within her answered, spilling heat across her skin, dancing at her fingertips. The creature tilted its head, as if curious, then snarled, a sound that shook the trees. It lunged. The world blurred. Evelynn thrust her hands forward, fire bursting from her palms in a sudden blaze. The creature shrieked, stumbling back, its body smoking where the flames touched. But it didn’t fall—it regrouped, circling them with unnatural speed.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.