Catching Fire Cover Novels & Stories

The earth shook beneath us, dust spilling from the broken walls as fire rose higher, brighter, until it felt like the sky itself was burning. I clutched Kieran to my chest, his body arching in my arms, every breath a blaze. Heat burst from him in waves, searing my skin raw. My burns screamed, begging me to let go. But I held tighter. The girl cried out and stumbled back, her small hands thrown over her face. The flames lit her hair and cloak in red. She shielded her eyes, but I could still see the creatures through the fire.

Boston groaned in pain, his eyes squeezed shut. "He's not dead yet," I rasped to Tabitha, my voice barely audible over the roaring inferno. My palms throbbed with pain as the flames licked at them. With a grunt, I ripped off my shirt and used it to smother the fire. The crashing sound outside grew louder, echoing through the smoke-filled room.

Come on, Juliette! Pat! Pat! Pat! It was out and I dashed forward, on my knees. ‘It’s out! It's out!’ I cried to the rolling and screaming man. ‘Fucking shit!’ He panted heavily as I checked the arm that had caught fire. It looked red. ‘Can you get up?’ I shouted through the winds of the roaring blaze. ‘We need to move. Now. It's getting bigger!’ And I helped the big guy to his feet. ‘I haven't locked the front door!’ Felix cried, holding his arm.

Absolutely fuckin' perfect. Everyone knows that if a fire starts because of faulty wirin', insurance won’t cover shit. I move closer, laughin' under my breath, my fingers twitchin' as I touch the wires. This is it. My ticket to ruin Wesley’s life. I pour out some of the bottles, the strong smell of alcohol fillin' the room, and cover a few tissues in the booze, wrappin' them around the wires. Then, with a flick of the switch, I hear it—a sizzle, followed by a soft pop. The smoke starts slow, curlin' upward like a snake, but it’s not enough. I need more.

At first I think it's steam from the pot, but then I see the orange flicker behind the tall metal shelves. Fire. My heart slams into my ribs. I drop the spoon, and it clangs against the pot rim. "Carla?" I call, even though I know she isn't there. The flames lick higher, catching the edge of a stack of dish towels someone left too close to the gas range. They ignite with a soft whoosh. The smoke thickens instantly. I grab a damp tea towel from the sink, press it over my mouth, and rush towards the fire. "Shit—shit—"

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

“What do you want from me?” He raised a brow in question. “You came into my territory and tried catching me on fire. I believe I’m the one who should be asking that question.” I looked down at myself quickly, remembering that I’d caught fire again. My clothes were full of burn holes, but luckily still covered most of my body. I looked back at my massive assailant. “Please tell me this is a dream and that I’ll wake up soon.” I’d only caught fire one other time, and I’d run after that. I’d been frightened, was still frightened, and didn’t know what to do.

the man avoided his angry gaze, he was looking at his feet, thinking about what'll possible happen to him the moment he got fired. "You didn't even look for her?" He dialed something on his phone while interrogating his men. "We did, but we can't find her, maybe her friend knew where she is" "Call Lizzy now!" His loud voice conveyed fear to them that made them moved faster to do what he ordered. "Her it is, sir" he gave the phone to Hadlee's dad. "Hello Tito" "Lizzy are you with my daughter?" The phone was on loudspeaker so anyone can hear it, one of his men are holding it for him.

Austin's gaze first landed on my face, then my chest, my waist, and finally, to the center of my thighs. "Hey, are you having a miscarriage?" I looked down at once and nearly fainted from embarrassment. My blood had seeped right through my clothes! Also, what sort of stupid question was he asking? I turned red with embarrassment. I wanted to cry because of how ashamed and embarrassed I was. Austin suddenly leaped up and grabbed a school jacket from the tree branches before handing it to me. "Use this to cover up," he said. As it turned out, he had left his uniform hanging in the tree branches. That explained why he had been walking toward me just now.

His eyes immediately go to them, and his grip on my ass tightens. I’m wearing practically skin tight leather pants, and I feel every imprint of his fingers. His heat, his breath. “Are you a fireman? Cause you came in hot and left me… wet,” I say, moving in close to his face. When he laughs and his hands fall from my ass, I use the moment of distraction to my advantage and throw myself about three feet back. I push my palms together and form a literal fireball, and hurl it at him. My eyes go wide when he catches it like it's so easy, and it doesn’t burn his skin, then looks down at the intense ball of flame with awe. Every cell in my body says to teleport out, go anywhere but here. But I’m fr