Chicago Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Thoughts flooded my mind as I drove home late that night. My heart felt heavy, and my throat seemed to constrict around a huge, spiky lump, trying to choke me. Was this truly how I would lose my second chance mate and remain mateless? Was I fated to be alone forever? How could I possibly get my mate, who was soon to be lawfully wedded to the most dangerous mafia leader in Chicago? If we can't get her peacefully, we'll get her forcefully, Sphinx grumbled.

“That’s what you are missing right now. A long rough fuck. I am sure Devin has the stamina for that.” “Oh please, he is stronger than that.” She sipped the orange juice that the waiter put in front of her when Luka was talking. “I think for the first time we will be in bed will be epic. Very dirty, rough sex is coming my way, I can feel that.” I cough at her statement. What the hell was wrong with Chicago these days? Did something change in this city the time I was away from it? Were some drugs controlling people’s minds? Or was it the air pollution that was polluting people’s imagination, too?

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

Because she wasn’t wrong. Chelsea stepped closer, lowering her voice. "You’re like the worst person anyone could be mated to and I… I will never be jealous of you because you are nothing, and I am everything. Tomorrow, when I turn eighteen, I’ll be mated to the Alpha. And when I become his Luna, I’ll make sure you’re scrubbing my toilet floors all day." I forced a smile. "I’d love to see you try." I turned away from her and Noah followed behind.

The smoke is making my eyes water and my lungs burn and I sink down to the floor where the air is slightly better but not by much. "Please," I whisper. "Please find me." The heat is building and I can see flames starting to come through the cracks around the door and I realize the whole building might be on fire and nobody knows I'm here. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out with shaking hands and somehow there's a signal now and it's a text from the real Sebastian asking where I am because I'm late for lunch. I try to type back but my fingers aren't working right and I can only manage to send *fire old science building help* before my phone slips from my hands.

Ryder held Alice’s hand trying to calm her down but almost immediately a blazing fire fell on Ryder’s hand and he immediately let go of Alice’s hand,,gr0@ning in pain “Ryder!” Alice’s eyes wide-ned,,some students immediately poured their water in Ryder’s hand and the fire went down “F**k,,where did that come from?” “That’s weird” The students began to murmur,,Alice was also confused until her eyes fell on Kingston. He stood up and walked out of the cafeteria coldly,,Alice followed him silently and he went into a restroom.

I touched her shoulder gently. She woke with a start, disoriented. “Sorry. It’s just me.” I held up two coffees. “Got these from the vending machine. They’re terrible, but they’re caffeinated.” She sat up, taking one gratefully. “What time is it?” “Three-fifteen. My shift ended, but I’m all yours if you still want to talk.” “Won’t you be tired?” “I’ve pulled worse hours. This is nothing.” We talked. For hours. She told me about Chicago in detail—about Alina, the Iron Serpents, the violence, the fear. About watching her best friend almost die and feeling helpless.

Because Lilly didn’t just bear fire. She was fire. And I would worship every fucking inch.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

I know Chi is just trying to make it better so I finish my last few papers and head downstairs to meet Chiara. We drive around town and buy a couple of things before heading to the square with all the restaurants. On our little walk, I feel Flint stirring. I haven’t felt or heard from him since the day after the fire. As we pass a fancy restaurant, he snaps to attention. ‘She’s here!’ I howls. ‘She’s not. She died. I’m sorry buddy. It’s time to let her go.’ I say softly. But as we turn the corner my heart stops.