Novel & Cerita City On Fire Book Review

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

“I couldn’t find any other books that mention anything about the Fire God.” I slid my fingers closer, then stopped. My hand hovered over it. Maybe I should wait for the King to open it. I glanced sideways at him. He wasn’t smiling. Right now, his mouth was set, sharper than his eyes. “So,” I said, because silence was worse. “This book takes us where, exactly?” Jaxon looked at me for a long second before he shook his head and answered. “The Fire God’s territory.” My throat tightened. “Is it another planet?” I asked, pursing my lips.

The city of Bakunawa. When he turned the page to three hundred seventy-eight chapter eleven, he saw what he was looking for. The eleventh city that once ruled the entire realm. The land that was swept away and was forgotten by some. A place where the tragic rain of meteors destroyed a powerful lineage. The city of ‘Faith’. Ten minutes reading the said book, Dye displayed a weird grin on his face. A smile that sent shivers to his own people.

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.

The city was full of enemies, full of ghosts, and full of the people who had tried to build their lives on his ruin. Dante didn't fear them. He had spent his whole life being the target, and he had finally decided to become the hunter. He squeezed Lily’s hand, his grip firm, grounded, and absolute. "The war begins today," he whispered, the morning light catching the cold fire in his eyes. "Let them come," Lily replied, her gaze just as sharp, just as steady. And as the city began to burn around them, they stepped into the flames, a pair of nobodies who were about to show the world that when you take everything from a man who has nothing left to lose, you don't just create an enemy.

Their skin was melted with fire, as their flesh was severely burnt. A tear escapes my eye as I saw what our city has become. The mighty Sophia Flammas of Pyrkagia is now crying. Helpless. I feel useless to be the next in line protector. How can I protect my city, if I can't even control the fire consuming it? I was still sobbing when someone wraps her arms around me. She pats my back as she comforts me. I raise my head to meet her gaze, and she suddenly wipes off my tears using her thumb.

and for a last selfish wish I prayed for peacefulness of mind before the end struck. Opening my eyes wide, I saw nothing but fire. This was nonsense, nothing I'll ever come up with is going to save this night. Savoring the rich sip of fluid fire that was now devouring me all trough and trough, I started to understand the point it was making; it was not going to stop. Never.

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.

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.

My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before everyone's eyes. At first, the room fell deathly silent. But after a few seconds, there came a thunderous wave of applause. "Holy crap! This is some performance art!" "Destruction as a metaphor for rebirth? That's genius!" "I told you Cassidy was a genius, and geniuses operate at a level we can only hope to comprehend." Most of them assumed this was a carefully planned piece of performance art. They believed it was an artistic response to the accusations of plagiarism. They didn't fully understand it, but they were deeply shaken by it.