Catching Fire Novels & Stories

A roaring wind fanned the flames of a massive fire, and thick smoke hung in the air. The red-hot sparks brushed over her skin, and her nostrils were full of the smell of gas and the acrid smell of smoke. A scrawny young man pushed her out of the fire with difficulty, but a burning rafter fell from the roof onto his leg, pinning him to the ground. She reached out to grab hold of him and pull him out of the fire, but she didn't have the strength to do so. She cried out loudly, "Abel! Abel…"

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.

I growled. The moment the word "fire" escaped my lips, an electrifying sensation surged through my body, igniting a fiery energy within me. In an instant, the waitress before me became engulfed in a mesmerizing blaze, flames dancing gracefully around her. The intensity of the moment was both exhilarating and terrifying as the power of my words manifested itself into a spectacle of fire and heat. The air crackled with energy, and I stood there, awestruck, witnessing the unexpected consequences of a single word.

The swirling, convulsing maelstrom of fire obeyed him in totality and surged swiftly upward like a tornado made from pure, fiery energy.

There was a fire place which they made in order to keep themselves warm. All of them where seen gathered around the fire like it was a committee of witches having their meeting, planning on a mission to devour. Each of them was putting on thick article of clothing to help the body warm faster. The cold was much like it was winter. It’s a known phenomenon that areas surrounded by water are most often cool especially the cool breeze that makes one thing that he or she was about to freeze. That’s because, during the day, the sun heats hard on the ground producing heat that helps warm the rivers, then at night, the river produced immense cool breeze that helps to keep the ground cold. It exhibit

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.

It arced beautifully through the dusty air and smashed directly in the center of the horde gathered in the doorway. WHUMP! A fireball erupted, engulfing the front ranks of the zombies. Flames licked hungrily at their desiccated clothing and flesh. The stench of burning hair and roasting meat filled the air, sickening and sweet. The creatures writhed and flailed, becoming living torches, their moans turning to screeches of agony. The fire spread quickly, catching on the splintered wood of the desk and the doorframe, creating a roaring, temporary wall of flame that blocked the entrance and consumed the ones trapped inside.

Callista's head snapped towards me, and the fire that had been licking at the edges of the circle suddenly shot towards me. I screamed as the flames engulfed me, the heat searing my skin. I felt like I was being consumed, like the fire was eating away at my very flesh. I tried to roll away, to escape the flames, but I was trapped. The pain was intense, a burning agony that seemed to go on forever. I screamed and screamed, but my voice was lost in the roar of the flames.

I snatched it from her and used it to protect my hands before lifting the cupboard and pushing it out of the way. The cardigan caught fire and I threw it aside, glad that it had served its purpose in clearing a path for everyone. “Come on, everyone! Move, now!” I shouted, waving them towards the open door. The fire had consumed most of the room by now, bright orange flames licking the walls and ceiling, sending sparks flying through the air. The heat was unbearable, and the smoke was so thick it felt like we were breathing through wet cloth. I herded them out, Jas supporting mother who was coughing violently. As they passed me, I saw the worry and fear etched on their faces, but there was no

“Boom” Another explosion. The fire sizzled, devouring the last bit of my pack. I listened as pierced screams filled my ear. The fire mercilessly swept across the land, like an orange dragon, breathing balls of fire, engulfing any signs of life. I watched as black smoke floated in the air, choking me slowly.