Catching Fire Ending Novels & Stories

This is how I die? Catching balls from a delusional warlock with a grudge?

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

And maybe that was the most dangerous thing of all. I dropped the flame. The fire caught fast, racing along the lines of gasoline, devouring everything in its path. Heat surged, smoke curling upward, the roar of destruction filling the air. I stood there and watched as years of my life burned. Lucio grabbed my arm. “We have to move.” I didn’t. Not yet. I let the fire climb higher, licking the walls, shattering glass, swallowing every secret this place had ever held. Finally, I turned and walked out, the blaze at my back painting the sky.

I ran after them, following them to the quarters, I could see flames coming from the quarters, there were a lot of men inside the quarters, they were evacuating the women and children while the others tried to put off the fire, grabbing hoses and shouting commands. “The fire is out,” someone shouted, that calmed everyone. I began to move around for someone with a big belly, then I saw her, I didn’t think twice before running towards her, she was coughing and clutching her belly. “Layla!” I screamed, holding her close. “It’s okay,” she said gasping. “It’s nothing big, trust the men to make something big out of a little fire. It would have been chaotic if we discovered it late,” she rushed out

She whispered, but his eyes were dead, and he had come to a resolve. "Goodbye, little brother, and you, bitch of an ex-wife." With that, he dropped the lighter, and the fire was instant. The fire greedily licked up the hardwood floors. Cassie was in shock, but Aser was quick to pull her back from the fire's heat. "Back!" Aser shouted, grabbing Cassie and throwing her backward onto the landing. The fire raced up the stairs until it separated them from Cane, who stood there and watched them panic.

I knew we couldn't erase the abuse they'd endured, but I'd be damned if we let it continue. King Cian raised both arms, an arc of fire dancing between his palms. "We will burn the rot from this place." He flung his hands forward, the fire rolling from them in a wave, crashing over the convicted with no mercy. Beta George was the first to be hit; the force of the flames knocked him prone even as his clothes ignited. High-pitched screams pierced the air, finally fading as the fire died and left nothing but ash behind.

“Then she can't either.” Her finger trembled on the trigger. “You are mine.” Her eyes were wild. “Only mine.” Louis slowly stood up. “Give me the gun.” His voice carried a quiet threat. Siana laughed weakly. “I love you so much.” Her eyes looked empty. “And you don't care at all. Her breathing became uneven. “Fine.” She smiled strangely. “Then I will take you with me.” Her finger started pulling the trigger. “I can't live without you.” Tears streamed down her face.

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

If he’d bothered to glance up for even one second… I stood there, watching him through the glass. Only when the lighter’s flame began to sting my fingers did I finally let go. The fire caught quickly, licking up the gasoline-doused photos. The image of our smiling faces, my joyful one and his eyes full of me, flickered in the flames. They twisted into something unrecognisable and then turned to dark ashes. A sudden tightness in my chest made it hard to breathe. Watching the ashes disintegrate, my vision blurred with tears. ‘What are you burning?’ Cary finally realised something was up and came outside.

Then she rose, turned, and walked away without looking back because if she did, she might never stop. Behind her, the monastery doors closed with the finality of a tomb. The fire began at dusk. From the hillside, Bianca and Matteo watched their estate go up in flames, the old towers, the courtyards, the halls that had witnessed both empire and betrayal. The inferno climbed high enough to stain the clouds. Ash drifted through the wind like falling snow. “This is it,” Matteo said quietly. “The end of everything.” Bianca’s eyes reflected the firelight. “No,” she said. “The end of everyone else’s version of us.”