Novel & Cerita City On Fire: A Novel

But instead of taking me to the hospital, Tucker drove straight to his apartment. With each moment, my fever spiked, and my condition continued to spiral downward. At last, what little reason I had left crumbled away. I sank into Tucker in the driver's seat, my lips trailing kisses along his neck and just behind his ear. I could feel his Adam's apple bob, his breaths becoming more uneven as the seconds slipped by. Even so, he held his composure, his hands locked around the steering wheel.

“Eli. Your… boyfriend. Whatever he is to you. This is because of him. And the people around him.” Before Adrian could speak, Mr. Carter stepped forward. “He needs to go. We’re begging you, son.” “You can’t be serious,” Adrian said, stunned. “We didn’t ask for this life,” he said. “We didn’t ask for firebombed cars and armed threats and paparazzi on our lawn. We’re not cut out for this war. But we’re paying the price.” “Sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do,” Adrian said, desperate.

He was burning in the fire of something far greater — them. The cavernous silence of the unfinished floor settled back around them, broken only by the slowing rhythm of their breaths. They lay side by side on the spread of his jacket, bodies still humming from the fire that had burned through them, the concrete cool beneath their backs, the city blazing beyond the glass.

Rayna POV The world burned with silver and black. I could feel it before I saw it, like the air itself had teeth. Each breath stung, cold and sharp, laced with smoke and ash. The mark beneath my skin pulsed in rhythm with the rumble of the ground. The city wasn’t just shaking - it was bleeding. When I looked up, the sky was alive with fire. Towers of smoke rose from the western wall, where the wards once shimmered bright. Now, the silver dome that protected our city was fracturing, bleeding darkness through its cracks. Threads of black fire curled through the air, twisting like veins under the skin of the heavens.

"The city…there were people…children…" "They were mine," her father cut in. "Just like you, Vincent, and the bride who waits. Did you really think the city would save them?" Camela pressed her palms to her ears as she screamed out, "Stop it!" But the sounds grew louder as the fire consumed everything in its path. Vincent's voice returned, strained and broken. "Camela…don’t believe what you hear. Trust only what you touch…the warmth in your hands. Ignore the silence and the screams."

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Stupid heart. A book dropped to my desk and before I could speak, the culprit walked away in haste with Zayn. It was his chemistry book. Was he lending it to me? Or was he setting a trap? He might tell people that I stole it because I missed the class. Well, since he dropped it, I might as well look at it. I browsed through it, gradually getting to the topic we had learned that day. It was well-detailed, more than the previous notes.

He said with an evil smirk on his face. The city was on fire, literally, and many businesses were burnt and some casualties. The mayor called Alessandro when he saw that this was getting out of hand, and it needed to stop. “What do you want?” The major swallowed hard. “It’s me.” the mayor said, and Alessandro took his phone off his ear and looked at it then place it back.

From the day i was born my mother always told me i was a fireball, but she never knew at the age of fifteen that i would become not only the first of our kind to attain the power of fire but the only of our kind that didn't shift into a lycan but instead some type of hybrid of a hellhound and a werewolf but also coming with the ability to manipulate fire. some called it a gift but to me it was a burden no matter where i went my entire life I've been one big ball that people just can't seem to understand, It also didn't help that i could care less to help them understand either.

Cruel! They were incomparably ruthless! The Sky Fire City was a large city with millions of people living in it. Even Zephyr Khan did not expect that these people would choose to massacre the city for their own selfish reasons. It was precisely at this moment that Zephyr Khan truly understood that there was no so-called benevolence in this place! "Roar!" A furious roar suddenly rang out from Zephyr Khan's mouth. At this moment, he was like a sharp divine blade, shuttling out violently.