City On Fire: A Novel Novels & Stories

” I placed my hands in front of my face and closed my eyes. I just wanted the whole floor to open up and swallow me whole. Selwyn pulled my hands away and said,” Never hide from me mate. Yes a rocket exploded in the city and I am going to repair the damages without the humans knowing. I have contacts in that city. Also no one but me and you know how it happened. You don’t have to be embarrassed at all. I will go there now and be back in a few hours. That will give you plenty of time to catch up with the girls. I know they have a lot to tell you. I will take Willix and Miller with me.”

- This is not a city, - the guy answered through gritted teeth. Not a city , somewhere below the earth hummed with anguish, and again the energy flows merged into swift rivers in order to converge to a single point - where the children were standing. Energy raged at the very surface, burst forth from the depths in violent bursts and flowed ... turned into a weapon, became criss-crossing bends of lightning ... It has already happened ... this is not a city, but last time the city burned down, and before that the forest burned down. - Kim! Vic grabbed him by the leg, pulled him towards him, almost dropped him. Burning discharges instantly dug into the brush. Stop, people are here! You will bur

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.

Ashes and Embers AURORA Some nights, the city hums in ways you can’t ignore. Tonight, I leaned against my apartment window, watching lights shimmer like distant stars, each one a story, a life, a choice. The skyline had always reminded me of ambition, of fire, of survival. But now it also reminded me of something else — peace. I thought of all the moments that had brought me here: the hotel room, the ultimatum, the nights of suffocating desire, the threats that clawed at the edges of my life, and the fire I had chosen to walk through again and again.

“They’re using my ghost to keep the city bleeding. And if I don’t do something, it’ll never end.” Her footsteps were soft as she crossed the room. She pressed her hand flat against my chest, right over the place where my heart was trying to break free. “Then don’t give them your ghost. Give them nothing. And give me everything.” I closed my eyes, leaning into her touch, the storm inside quieting just enough for me to think. She was right. She had always been right. The city wanted my fire, but I didn’t have to burn for it anymore. I could let it starve.

Pain that wasn’t his doing. Behind me, the city smoldered. The fire at the docks still sent up black prayers into the low clouds. Somewhere among those flames were Sammi’s curses, Jay’s stubborn heartbeat, Maeve’s cracked laughter. They’d hold the line. I’d hold the memory. The horn wailed, deep and mourning. A gull shrieked back, furious at being ignored.

The aftermath of visibility was never loud. That was the first thing Liana understood as the city swallowed them again, the muted hum of traffic and distant sirens replacing the controlled quiet of the private room they had left behind. Fire, once named, did not roar immediately. It settled. It waited. It pressed itself into corners and crevices, testing how much space it was allowed to occupy before it expanded further.

CHAPTER 158 — EMBERS OF THE FALLEN The city’s skyline burnt with a quiet, smouldering fury. Streets that had once carried laughter and life now twisted into jagged paths of blackened concrete, scarred by Bishop’s fragment-fuelled rampage. But Riven stood at the centre, crown key in hand, heart pounding, eyes scanning the horizon. He could feel every pulse of Meridian, every breath, every heartbeat vibrating through his body. The city’s consciousness was alive, but it hung on the edge of fear.

“If you do this, he will strike harder. He will stop at nothing to see you broken.” “Then let him strike,” Saraphina whispered. “As long as I stand, the city will see he cannot break me.” ⸻ By dusk, they reached the northern edge of the city. Flames clawed at the rooftops, leaping from one timbered house to the next. Families fled into the streets, clutching children and bundles of belongings. Soldiers stood at corners, not helping, but holding the people back with cold eyes, letting the fire spread. The crowd’s despair broke into shouts when they saw her.

But in my chest, guilt burns with the same heat as desire. Because you can’t love like this… without setting fire to everything in your path. And the city... The city burns. And I stand at the very center of the blaze. Between the man who loves me tenderly… and the one who wants me like I’m his favorite curse.