Catching Fire Cover Novels & Stories

(Vera) I closed my eyes as the first lick of fire touched me, hissing in pain. Shade quickly twisted around and moved away from the direct line of fire, just before a huge flame hit the ground, charring the emerald grasses. Thank God Shade moved, or I would have become a charred toast.

Her Veyr clerk and two independent witnesses followed. Lorelai slammed the door. There was no key on the inside. Only a crossbar. She dropped it into place. The ledger flared in her hands. Lorelai tore off her Veyr mantle and threw it over the burning cover. She pressed the heavy fabric down, smothering the flames with both forearms. Smoke filled the small room. The fire died by inches. When she lifted the mantle, its lower edge had blackened and several pages inside the ledger had burned into lace.

“In BDSM, there’s a motto called RACK: risk-aware consensual kink. It acknowledges that some practices aren’t entirely risk-free. Instead of pretending everything is safe, you discuss and mitigate risks. Fire play falls under that. They’ll have wet towels, fire extinguishers and a plan.” Onstage, the fire top—a woman with short, confident hair and a focused gaze—addressed the audience. “We have negotiated this scene carefully. Our volunteer has shaved the area to avoid hair catching. We have fire safety equipment ready. If at any moment anyone is uncomfortable, we stop.” She then lit a small torch, its blue flame steady and mesmerizing. She dipped a wand in the alcohol and lightly brushed it

The enormous dark fireball was falling on Erik. "It's getting near!" Liam warned Erik. "A little bit more," Erik said while breathing in and out. When he felt that the fireball was already above him, he opened his eyes and directed the authority he had copied from Clara. The dark fireball clashed with the invisible wall. Gritting his teeth, Erik tried his best to counter the fireball using his invisible wall. At the same time, Alpha Roy attempted to push the fireball down to Erik and crush him. Erik growled loudly and managed to bounce off the fireball behind him. When the vast dark fireball touched the ground, there was a big explosion causing some of the forest to be gone.

Savannah caught a glimpse of something black a fragment of the case, or maybe a surviving file before flames curled around Cole’s boots. Savannah lunged forward instinctively. Jackson caught her around the waist. “Savannah NO!” She fought against him. “He’ll burn alive!” Cole seized the metal fragment and threw himself backward, rolling across the floor to smother the fire that had caught on his pants. The flames died seconds before his leg did. He lay there coughing, clutching the half-melted fragment to his chest. Jackson released Savannah and ran forward, hauling Cole up by the collar. “Are you out of your mind?!”

**“COVERING FIRE!” Leo grabbed the Glock Harlan had given him, rolled down the back window of the van, and leaned out. He ignored the bullets snapping past, the icy spray, the roar of the gunfire. He focused on the hunters trying to flank Mack through the shallows. *Breathe. Aim. Squeeze.* The Glock bucked. A hunter clutching his thigh stumbled into the current. Leo fired again. Missed. Fired again. A figure behind a rock jerked and fell still. Mack abandoned the heavy gun, slogging through the water as Harlan and Leo laid down covering fire. He reached the van, hauled himself inside, dripping and panting. **“Go! GO!”**

I raised my tail and let it crash down, causing a loud crash and shudder throughout the club. “Willow, is shifting!” I hear Nix say. I can’t look toward her right now. Drake grabs hold of my massive shoulders and holds on. He digs his long claws into my flesh beneath my scales and begins to emit a heat that turns into fire. It burns as hot as lava. I let my own heat radiate from me. The two elements of fire mixed and soon there's so much fire and heat around us that if anything gets close it will go up into a blaze. The fire alarm system kicks in, but the sprinklers have no effect. I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams.

I was doing it so everyone in this room would know I had given them the roadmap to avoid disaster. If they still managed to screw it up, it would be because they were idiots, and it would have nothing to do with me. I wasn't giving them any ammunition to sling mud at me ever again. Lucy didn’t even bother to open the file. She glanced at the cover with contempt and let out a haughty sniff. “Right, Madeline. Got it.” I knew she wouldn't read it. After all, as a mole, her job was to burn everything to the ground.

This time, I begin wrapping ropes around her tail as I run up again, trying to reach her back. As soon as her legs are free, she lifts up onto her back legs. I grab hold of a back ridge just as she lets loose with another stream of fire, this one down her back. I feel my legs blistering so I shift my body, trying to get away from her fire. She’s not taking as deep of breaths as she was before, trying to burn me more frequently, so her stream of fire doesn’t last long enough to make my skin start to slough off.

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.