Chicago Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" Kieran lowered his gaze and took a sip of his drink. Seraphina felt like another version of himself. Blaze launched into the whole story between Seraphina and Damien, cursing Damien from beginning to end and pitying Seraphina without reserve. In short, it was all the fault of those two terrible people. Kieran listened without commenting. When Blaze finally ran out of energy, Kieran stood up to go look for Seraphina. Maybe it was a sense of kinship with someone so similar. Staying at Howlpeak with Seraphina forever didn't seem unbearable after all. Kieran left The Gilded Cage and soon spotted Seraphina by the phantom river running through the heart of Phantomford, carefully wiping down her

Chapter 81 DISASTER FIRA’S POV I was excited to bring the hot chocolate to the room of King Fire. I was about to knock when I heard someone talking inside. My smile faded as I realized what the conversation was all about. It was Zephyrus and Pyro, they seemed arguing.

he chokes out. Shooting her gun, the guy closes his eyes tightly. He slowly opens his eyes, trying to look back with wide eyes. It is said that if you are not faced with death, you won’t know how desperate you want to live. “You see, that is a blank bullet, but I can’t assure you that the next one will be blank” she tells him. “It is at the warehouse at the fourth avenue” he immediately tells her, with panic. “Good boy” she compliments him, knocking him out could with the butt of her gun.

WOLFGANG P.O.V I see Chiara coming out of the stable, and for the first time in a long while, I feel truly powerless. Her warning echoed in my mind: "If you don't talk to her, there's no Rome, no kisses, and no sex." I furrow my brow, feeling a strange mix of excitement and frustration. "Since when does she have this fire and character?" I mutter to myself, almost feeling the fury in my member, which suddenly feels as powerless as I do.

For some reason, the smoke didn't bother me like it would usually do and even as McKenzie smoked her brown thick sticks ,I found it very alluring rather---yeah maybe the smoke was messing with my head. Speaking of McKenzie, I turned my face to look at her---at some point I had moved to sit between Oliver and Bani on the other couch. My eyes fell on McKenzie's pink lips that wrapped around the cigar and her veiny lower arms as she lit up the cigar with a lighter. For a moment ,all the voices ,laughters and music, everything around me zoned in as my eyes focused on nothing but the woman of my dreams. It was like in slow motion as she inhaled from the stick and Karan said something next to her

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

This is a sick, demented, joke! My anger and frustration at the fucked up situation reach a new time high! First, I went to Troy, and we all know what happened! Now, I am stuck in fucking Pompeii! Probably right before the gluttonous bitch, Vesuvius blows her top and destroys the whole city! What the hell did I do to the fairies deemed this as a just punishment? All I said was, "I don't believe in fairies!" I come from the 21st Century, where magic doesn't exist! Only technology. I think dying in the arms of the man I loved was punishment enough! But NOOOOOO!

“We haven’t asked anything yet.” Carter finally turned, looking Nathaniel over like he was an inconvenience. “I know how this works. My club burned down, and now the press wants a story. Well, here’s one—I had nothing to do with it.” He made a move to leave, but for the first time, I stepped forward. “Sir, there are reports that this fire might be connected to other cases. Do you know anything about that?” Carter’s gaze landed on me. He didn’t look angry—just amused, like I was a child asking too many questions.

~73~ Chiara A walk back to Carmelo felt like I was walking on fire. It felt so wrong to go back and smile at him like nothing was going on behind his back. And the moment I sat back, I felt the shift in the air. It wasn’t soft anymore, it was replaced with something thick and lethal. Something I’d never felt coming from him. His voice was so dangerously slow.

he said as the food arrived, steaming and fragrant. “Not when I’ve got good material,” I shot back, scribbling “firefighter sincerity = cat-shifter inspiration” in the margin of my notebook. He rolled his eyes but didn’t hide his smile. The ziti was as good as he promised, cheesy and rich, and the chicken parm nearly made me weep into my fork. Between bites, we laughed, teased, and traded stories, me about the time I chased a pigeon for three blocks in São Paulo, him about Goose’s first chaotic week in his apartment.