City On Fire Book Review Novels & Stories

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This explained why I always felt a little different, why I had never been interested in the same things as my friends. I breathed deep, focusing on positive thoughts as I looked back down at the book Peter gave me. I wasn't even going to consider the whole ‘Royals are protected amongst the races’ thing. I had enough to deal with at the moment without even contemplating what that could mean. With an irritated sigh I placed the coffee cup back on the table and I started reading through the first chapters of the book that explained a little about the creation of the city of Primogentius in the hope that it would help things make more sense. Peter had already told me a lot of what I read but the

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

I grumbled annoyingly, pushing myself up from the couch and took out a cigar from its box and a lighter that was laid on the coffee table before I walked out to the balcony that was attached to my room, a glass of whiskey still in my hand. I took in the beautiful city view that was in front of me as I lit the brown stick and took a satisfying whiff from it and exhaled before reaching for my glass that I had placed on the balcony table and taking another gulp from it. I rarely smoked because I didn't like smoking but I wouldn't lie, it always felt good when I did.After finishing my smoke, I went back inside and threw myself on the couch. I propped my feet up on the coffee table that was in fr

Like she is begging to be ruined by me, like she knows of the damage I can cause but would love for me to do it to her body. "Books," She begins, pulling me out of my thoughts. She turns away from me and walks closer to the window. "I love to read, go on adventures with Tiana, travel and see the world. Besides, no one wanted to be friends with a girl who's mother has lost her mind. I was a walking oppressing nightmare, boys were intimidated by me while girls were plain right rude and envious. All those mentioned are reason for my innocence and I don't regret it not one bit." She sends me a fleeting smile over her shoulder and I halt. My tongue freezes, time must have stopped because her smil

But as the immersion field fades and the Spire returns to view, I realize that the city isn't the only thing that has been re-wired. If you choose to burn together rather than survive alone... is that the end of your tragedy, or the beginning of your legend? (Watch out for the next Chapter) 💬 Add to library | Rate | leave your reviews |

But because they do not feel pain in the same way as before, they rise stronger, and far less careful. There is only one exception to their lack of caution--fire. For the afflicted, it is a bane. When they encounter even the smallest spark they risk losing what’s left of their life and humanity as they burn quicker than the driest kindling leaving behind little more than a greasy stain and a memory of horror. In the large cities, the afflicted have overwhelmed the poorer sectors of town and in many cases, the dragon-run towns round up as many as they can to burn them all at once.

Across the city, Sterling Enterprises stood tall and arrogant, lights gleaming like it believed itself immortal. I watched from a distance. When it happened, it wasn’t explosive. It was inevitable. A glow bloomed where history slept. Smoke curled upward like a confession. Alarms screamed. Sirens followed. And then— Fire. Beautiful. Terrible. Cleansing. I didn’t smile. I didn’t celebrate. I simply turned away. Because while the city watched a building burn, my father would feel something far worse. Fear. And somewhere in the dark, Lily was still breathing. Still fighting. Still mine. ---

That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas. The Paragons were very much closer and lovable. Just the way people loved and preferred summer to winter, In that same manner, people loved them and admired them. Some things happened and some things led to another. If you remembered, I narrated earlier that the Paragons had or were having unidentifiable connections with one another. Ekaris knew of the relationship between Bruno and Michelle and likewise, Clinton knew of that between Ekaris and Ella. Look at what happened…….

A sealed envelope marked in familiar handwriting: “To my successor.” Elara’s heart stopped. She broke the seal. Inside were only a few lines, written in Cassidy’s steady, elegant script. “You think this city dies with me. But my silence was never my only weapon. The ones who built me still walk your streets.” The Return of the Wolves By the next morning, the peace of Garden Metro began to tremble. A series of fires broke out along the southern trade routes — warehouses that had been recently reclaimed by independent merchants. Witnesses spoke of armed men wearing black coats without insignia.