Catching Fire Haymitch Quarter Quell Chapter Novels & Stories

“Smoke will drive her out like a rat from a hole.” My blood iced. Smoke. Fire. They weren’t going to keep hunting—they were going to burn me out. I bit down on a sob, clutching the dirt wall like it could swallow me whole. My body screamed for rest, but my mind reeled with one frantic thought: I can’t let them trap me like that. I have to move. Now. Above, Celeste gave her order in a sing-song voice, as if it were a game. “Spread the torches. Let’s see how long Eloise can last.”

he cautioned. I held the flame to the wet area of the grass and it caught fire in a split second. In less than a minute the entire village was on fire, burning in, different hues of blue and orange. It was beautiful but the awful smell was horrendous and the smoke choked me, reminding me that this was a funeral. "Love?" Khai called softly. I stood up and looked at him. "You're on fire," he pointed down at my feet. They were planted in the fire but I felt nothing. I stepped out and watched my wounds heal gradually under Her light. I was supposed to burn with them.

The torch was placed on the pyre. I watched, along with the large crowd as it ignited. Elder Marcus muttered something and the two men pushed it away. As it floated on the lake, I couldn't help the dark thoughts that clouded my mind. Xavier was given a proper ritual, but I wondered if the fire would be hot like the flames he would meet if he went to hell. I glanced beside me at my mate. Quinn had his blank gaze on the burning pyre. It was so eerie how the fire reflected in his eyes.

The elevator doors closed softly behind her with a chime that sounded like a beginning. For the first time since the suitcases appeared against the wall of her old apartment three days ago, since Daniel told her she was nothing without him and would never be anything without him, Maya Anderson was walking toward something instead of running away. And she was not afraid of being alone anymore. She was afraid, yes, but it was a different kind of fear, a fear that felt like excitement, like standing at the edge of a cliff and knowing you have wings you never used. And downstairs, a black car was waiting with its engine running, warm and ready, but she didn't know that inside that car was the fi

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.

She harrumphed before turning to look at the wild bush that was dried up due to the lack of care next to her and shot her hand towards it as she chanted, “ Pyro!” The bush was immediately set ablaze and many shifters yelped and gasped as they all turned to look at what was happening, some jolted awake from their daze, while some tried to scamper away from Levy and the one who still had a small piece of rationality saved in their heads hurried to extinguish the fire that was burning.

“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.

I heard Hunter say, he sounded calm but desperate. I knew I could control the fire to keep it from burning anyone I didn’t want to harm, I had learned that when Caleb had grabbed me. When I had erected a shield of fire around us, I had no intentions of letting anyone through. Looking up at Hunter through tear-filled eyes, I dropped the shield and let the fire evaporate.

And Gage hoped like hell his friend and Khalia found a way. With a nod he turned to Ellis and Dunphy. “Grab your weapons and med kits. We’ll get in position and each take an exit so we’re ready for them when they come out.” Up on the fifth floor Hunter burst through the hotel room’s door into the hallway— And crawled straight into hell. Through the artificial darkness cast by the choking smoke he could just make out the orange glow of flames at the end of the hallway to the left. The sights, sounds and smells instantly transported him back to that burning ministry building in Quetta.

My head snaps up just as Ryder glares at me, his fangs flashing like silver in the firelight. Jace! Snap out of it! We have to move! His massive head presses against my shoulder, shoving me upright, breaking me from the trance. A switch flips in my mind, and suddenly, my body responds—driven by raw instinct, by survival. We sprint down the hall, flames licking at our fur, the searing heat biting at our skin with every step. Smoke coils around us, thick and suffocating, but we push forward, weaving through the wreckage of burning furniture and shattered glass. The walls groan, weakened by the relentless inferno, as more Molotovs shatter, their liquid fire exploding into new, raging blazes.