Catching Fire Novels & Stories

" So you have been watching me. " " Observing doesn't make a difference and I won't let it slip that I'm observing you what I used to do required observing and reporting back but I covered parties around the world and I did some social media for a magazine that just fired me today so as of today I'm what you call a freelancer and a free agent and I just don't know what to do and I'm at a place where I need to let go but there's one thing that's just eating at me. " " Let me guess; not knowing where to start after everything has just been burnt to the ground? "

Door 6 Chloe and Hunter tore open the envelope. “I burn without hands; I consume without teeth; I dance and die with every breeze.” Hunter frowned. “Fire?” The door clicked open. Chloe rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Lucky guess.” They were led back, Chloe mumbled something about him being useless without her. Door 4

His burned hand stretched out, trembling with rage and desperation. The fire roared in defiance. It surged upward, a column of blood-red light, blasting the air around him. Sparks struck his skin, blistering his arm. He screamed, stumbling back, his body nearly consumed. The pack recoiled. Some shouted in horror, others in awe. The scent of burnt flesh and blood filled the chamber. But through the chaos, the fire did not relent. It leaned farther, stretching, bending—until its searing glow licked dangerously close to me.

The smoke and fire reached into the sky, stretching long, red fingers toward the scorching sun before falling back to the building with a sigh of relief. I stared in horror, the data was gone. The data that would prove Alessio was innocent had just exploded in a ball of flame and smoke. I leaned back against the seat, unable to tear my eyes away from the building and the fire. Whoever that man was had saved our lives. We would have gone up in flames along with him and the rest of the data. A spark of realization hit me and I whispered the truth.

Raven ignored her, going to the tap with a glass cup and turning on the faucet as she said in one breath, "Mum, where's Armando? The one who cooks?" Annabelle turned to look at her daughter, and let her eyes sweep through her body. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Raven immediately gulped down the water, hissing when it didn't do anything to reduce the burn then put her hand under the faucet, splashing water on her face before groaning. "Why am I on fire?!" As she turned to face her Mother, there was an amused look on the older woman's face that weirdly irritated her. "What's funny?"

I screamed loudly as I searched the room thoroughly for a fire extinguisher but couldn't find one. "Is anyone there? there's a fire in my room" I repeated once more grabbing the duvet from the bed and trying to quench the fire but it was to no avail but then the unexpected happened I looked back only to notice I was badly trapped. The fire surrounded me in circles, was I going to die this way?.

The bag burst into flames, hitching my heart to my throat. I jerked back with a cry, tossing it away, but the fire leapt like a living beast. In an instant, it lashed on the wooden stall, then another, and then another. The chaos erupted as the screams tore through the market, the scent of burning fruits and charring wood thickening the air. The smoke clawed at my lungs, each breath burning like a hot coal. My eyes watered, but I refused to stop. My one arm shielded the trembling girl, and the other reached out to drag a woman clear off the collapsing stall as the flames devoured it.

It was as if she had found a safe harbor in the midst of a storm. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she murmured, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion. “I need this, I need this body heat from you or else, I will go crazy,” his breath hitch, “So, just shut up and let me have this proximity,”

The room, now engulfed in flames, flickers with the erratic dance of destruction. "Help me, please!" I scream again, my voice hoarse from the smoke. I glance around, desperately searching for any sign of assistance. The fire rages on, mocking my cries for help. The walls, once soundproofed and indifferent, seem to close in as the flames consume the space. The air thickens with smoke, making it harder to breathe. I cough violently, the taste of ash coating my tongue. Sweating profusely, I realize the gravity of the situation. The fire, now an unrelenting force, has transformed the room into a fiery nightmare.

the lamp fell from her grasp and he barely registered the muffled thump and the whizzing liquid out of the container but he did felt the heat that spread next, the center of the mattress had caught fire, the flames turning and growing to every part the oil had spread. Devika could not hear exactly what he said but they were a string of curses under his breath no doubt, she had scarcely enjoyed the moment of victory over him when she was once again hawled up and pressed onto something very hard and if not for the slight spicy cologne she could have very well mistaken her husband's chest as a rock. "Danish! Vir!"He called for his men as the whole cotton mattress caught fire in front of his eye