Chicago Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

*I’ll come back. Winters melted into the surrounding woods, a ghost pursuing another ghost. The van lurched onto the fire road, heading towards the highway, towards Chicago, towards Groundskeeper and the bleeding heart of Dominic’s vengeance. *** **CHICAGO - METRO GENERAL HOSPITAL - PEDIATRIC WING**

And every time I caught him smiling at Spitfire like she was some fuzzy deity, I had to stop myself from saying something, asking something, inviting him in. Instead, I busied myself. With work. With kittens. With fluffing throw pillows, no one cared about, and arranging books I hadn’t read in months. I told myself I needed the space to figure things out. I liked my independence. I wasn’t the girl who fell for the hot firefighter next door just because he looked at me like I mattered. Except… apparently, my siblings had other opinions. Xenia: Soooooo, how’s apartment life with Mr. Six-Pack going? 👀

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

I writhed on the ground in pain, Lila's frantic shouts melting with my own. 'No!' I screamed; the fire was the only thing I could focus on. Searing, snapping, crackling, devouring, ruthless fire. The pain inside of me continued to build and build, the temperature rising higher and higher until nothing else was left. I was sure I had become one of those wolves in my dream. My fur burned off my body, my skin melted and scarred, flesh bubbling and peeling off.

After I tried burning his suite? My wolf whined "stupid, it's dangerous. Don't do it" I couldn't count how much breath I kept losing today and rhys wasn't fazed when he said that. He was still leaning against the door and I couldn't even concentrate. "Really?" I muffled, furrowing my brows as though I wasn't shivering “That’s your line? After I committed arson in your room?” “Sit down,” he instructed again, his eyes made a swift sweep of me.

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.

“No, it’s not your fault, cub. You didn’t know.” “But she showed me what comes next,” Liam whispered. He turned to me. And his voice cracked. “I burn.” ⸻ My heart stopped. “No,” I said instantly. “No. You won’t. I won’t let that happen.” “She showed me,” he said again. “I’m in a city. There’s fire everywhere. People screaming. Wolves dying. And I’m the one who starts it.” I shook my head, tears prickling at the edges of my eyes.

Lucas rolled on top of her again, already hard once more, spreading her legs with his knee. “Then let’s start the next chapter.” And the fire began again — hot, dirty, and out of control, exactly the way they wanted it. The End.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

“BRO. BRO. You need to see this. Alex, I swear to God. Chicago is on FIRE.” Alex blinked once, calm as stone. “Good.” Wilson stopped mid-breath. “…good? GOOD?! Alex, did you leak this?” Alex stood, adjusting his watch, the smallest smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s get ready.” He didn’t answer the question. Across the city, Lily woke up with a startled gasp as her phone buzzed endlessly beside her. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and opened one notification. She froze. Pictures. Screenshots.