Chicago Fire Shay Novels & Stories

Wissa yells running toward her, it's her who's on the ground. "Cinderella, Cinder, Ella, big sister," I say going down on the ground next to her, both I and Wissa held her between the two of us, trying to hug her and tell her we're here, we're her rescue team. "Pauly, where are we? Please don't lie to me anymore, please," she begs me while sobbing loudly into our arms. "We're in Light&Fire academy," I say not sure what to tell her, not sure if I was allowed to confess the truth to her yet.

orchestrated by my contacts deep within the port authority. A warehouse containing goods she had personally secured through a complex, multi-layered deal—a deal I knew bore the hallmark of her meticulous mind—was mysteriously engulfed in flames. The fire was contained, but the damage was done, a plume of black smoke rising over the city like a signal fire of my rage. The message was clear, crude, and unmistakable: I see you. And I can still touch you. I can still burn what you build.

"That's me." Alex stumbled a few steps backward and bumped into the table behind him, making a loud noise. Shermaine quickly grabbed onto Alex's arm to support him. "Do you know her, Mr. Hammond? Is she one of the ladies you've met previously at some nightclub?" Alex slapped Shermaine before she could finish her sentence. "She's Louisa Sykes, a member of the famous Sykes family in Jerunia!" Alex yelled at her furiously, "How dare you cross her!"

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

“No, not yet; they had to let the guy go because of insufficient evidence. But don’t worry; I have my men working on it. They’ll find out who set that fire. What fire?” I heard as I turned around, and Steph was standing in the middle of the kitchen. “What are you doing out of bed?” I asked. “Don’t worry about why I’m here; answer my question, Dean,” she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Dan looked at me and smiled. “Someone set the Chicago building on fire, and they burnt it to the ground,” I answered her.

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

“Thanks for coming, Zane. I need your help.” His eyebrows lifted slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Help? From me? That’s strange.” He leaned back, crossing his arms. “What’s this about?” I took a breath, keeping Lisa’s warning about my temper in mind. “The fire at the Chicago branch. I’m trying to find out who was behind it. Lisa said you might know something. Someone who could point me in the right direction.” Zane’s smirk faded, his eyes narrowing. “Lisa sent you, huh? Figures she’d drag me into this.”

He sat down in his chair, calmer now, and explained to her: "I see you're interested in the Incendiary Boy, and I think we can make it happen together." "Really?" Shay was now very interested. Feeling more relaxed knowing he wouldn't punish her for something she had done or simply for wanting something, she smiled excitedly. After all, she could finally have Túlio, and she would do whatever the mobster in front of her asked her to do.

The firestorm roared. "No." Ike got to his knees as he burst with sparks and arcs and flames. JP was in his mind with a sharp push trying to help Ike hold the leash. "I can't...." Ike couldn't control it. The fire raged out of control. A blast surged and rushed from every part of him. The blaze was too large, and the inferno gushed from him in waves. He could kill Queen Shay. He could blow up the ship. "No." Again he tried to contain it, but the Panchen Flame was wild. Ike saw nothing but red flames, and then everything went black.

" I turned and walked away, ignoring her desperate, anguished screams. Three months later, I was performing my duty as the fire captain by training the latest recruits when I got the news that Jessica and Stanley had both taken their own lives. I looked up at the clear blue sky. At last, the nightmare that had haunted me for three lifetimes had come to an end.