Chicago Fire Book Novels & Stories

The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat that would soon engulf the building. By morning, the men among whom a few must have conspired against Daniel with those Romanos who would probably give documentation and serve as eyewitnesses to the world about how the building caught fire, how the accident took the Don and the other powerful lives, were stationed at the area they believed was safe from the massacre that was about to take place, the part of the warehouse they had rigged to be the last to catch fire. But Daniel had made sure there would be no safe haven. As the fire roared to life with a sudden boom, spreading faster than they anticipated, panic set in. The flames devoured e

Flames engulfed the building in an instant, lighting up the Chicago sky like fireworks. The screams of the men inside reached my ears. The crackle of fire filled the air. The Château Beaumont was nothing more than a pile of fire and rubble and smoke. "A dead man can’t do anything." I whispered to myself. Then I walked away, never looking back again. It was indeed goodbye.

A platoon of Axis came charging towards their flank, but a couple of demons rushed ahead towards Union soldiers. Chicago moved swiftly to counter the demons, attacking both demons with one technique to behead them both. Both demons dropped dead after being decapitated, but he could still feel the presence of three other demons amongst the charging Axis. "I'll kill them!" Chicago yelled out. "I'll kill all demons!" Chicago began to blitz ahead before a sudden burst of fire intercepted, engulfing him in the flames and forcing him to the ground upon impact. Willie Lou shouted out to her nephew, but she couldn't detect or locate the attacker who launched the fire attack.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

“You can’t protect her from destiny.” “I don’t need to,” I said. “She’ll decide her own.” My claws tore through his chest. The light in his eyes died instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. The fire flickered and died with him. Cara was still chained. I broke the links easily and caught her as she fell forward. Her body trembled, but her eyes met mine with the same fierce spark I’d fallen for. “I told you not to follow me,” she whispered. “And I told you I wouldn’t listen,” I said.

“No. Thank you.” When the door closed, Sarah finally turned and opened the envelope. Page after page confirmed what her bones had always remembered: the warehouse fire was deliberate, calculated, professionally staged. Accelerants carefully placed with no trace of mistakes. Exit routes sabotaged. Timed ignition. No accident. No negligence. A clean attempt at erasure. She exhaled slowly, gripping the report as though it might shake apart in her hands. “So it really was fire meant to kill.” Her phone buzzed. Emmanuel Briggs’ name flashed on the screen.

My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up, and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair. I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect between the disaster and the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts, and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. On the day succeeding the fire I visited the ruins. The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the{14} action of the fire—a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread. About

Every time it burned, her memories faded a little more. It had burned three times while she was out, so she knew she had been unconscious for three days. Now, there was very little of Damien left in her memory. When she thought back to what had happened before she passed out, her heart no longer felt cold. She parted her pale lips and asked suddenly, "Do you really care if I'm in pain?" Damien went pale, guilt filling his face. "Everything happened too fast that day. I really didn't mean to… That spirit wolf was clearly going for Layla. I just wanted to protect her."

Others carried charts. The argument had split along epistemic lines. — Selene visited a guaranteed zone unannounced. No alarms sounded. The systems adapted. She walked streets where no one hurried. Where schedules aligned without effort. A man smiled at her without recognition. For a moment, she envied him. — In a non-aligned town that night, a fire broke out. Buckets were passed. Decisions shouted. Someone was burned. Someone else was saved. The story spread slower than data. But it spread.

"To the airport." The car began to move, and I took one last look in the rearview mirror at the raging fire. Goodbye, Chicago. Goodbye to my painful past. And goodbye, Edmund.