Cold Fire Book Novels & Stories

Something human. It began with a small detail she noticed during a file review. A personal note, almost hidden in the margins of a strategic report, referencing a foundation Kane supported quietly, one that focused on education for underprivileged children. Elena frowned slightly, intrigued. Kane’s public persona was one of ruthless efficiency, yet here was evidence of empathy—or at least, a private moral compass. The discovery sparked a curiosity she couldn’t ignore.

I didn’t even have a wolf. The next book, The History of Gifts, looked promising. I sat down on the floor and opened it carefully, trying not to get my hopes too high. There were chapters about mind links, healing powers, even wolves that could talk to animals… but not a single word about silver fire. Or glowing fingers. Or dreams about strange women with snow-white hair. I let out a long breath, the kind that made your shoulders sag. I felt tired. Like the answers I wanted were still too far away.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

I began pacing from one end to another ignoring the awestruck look on Kara's face. "Well-" I snapped my fingers in front of her. "What? You could just use glasses or tell anyone that it's contacts. It's the reigning thing now. Besides,you haven't told anyone about, you know" she gesticulated with her hands. I smiled sheepishly. "Uhmmm,I might have told a certain Caleb." Kara's expression turned grim. "Why would you do that?" "It was an accident!!! I set his books aflame." "Mama said not to tell anyone. He could get hurt or worse. Even father doesn't know. Mama made sure of it. And please,don't tell Myers. Where does this Caleb stay?"

A fox man releases thy soul of the red flame royalties, a lone man releases thy soul of the black flame royalty and the green flame royalty releases thy soul of the once beholder of thy flames. Niffa was confused, furrowed, and felt a little longing to seek more. The book’s context was perplexing and too old from the way it was written and the way the writer tells. Rico was confused as well, he knew that the green flame holder was Niffa, but what about the once beholder that the book is talking about? They continued reading the next page, it says,

"Intense feelings, like a wildfire, consume my every thought. Burning bright and hot, they leave me feeling both alive and distraught." His POV.... Wildlife ! . She was a wildfire . She was burning and spreading in my veins like a fire in the woods . The fire that could either burn you wholly or give birth to many innovations . Winter was that spark of ignition that could burn a million year old forest by her fire . She was indeed a wildfire . She was wild and careless . If she was the drug I might have been her druggie . The druggie who won't let his favourite drug to share with anyone .

And then — she found them. A warehouse in Montenegro. A man in a grey coat. A boy with Camellia’s brother’s eyes walking under camera surveillance. Camellia packed a bag. She didn’t tell anyone. Not even Sophie. In the middle of the night, Alexander found Sophie reading by the fire. A simple book: Letters to a Young Citizen. “I have a question,” he said. “Ask.” “What happens when the fire doesn’t need us anymore?” Sophie closed the book. “Then we finally did something right.”

My hand closed around a small bound book on the table and I pulled it away from her and she screamed something I didn't understand and reached for me. Blaze was between us in an instant. "Burn it," Damon said to me. Directly. Clear. There was a flame on the table. A candle. I held the book over it and it caught fast, faster than it should have, like it wanted to burn. Lana made a sound that was not quite human when it went up. The three bundles were already burning. Colt had lit them the moment we got inside. The moment the book caught fully something in the air changed. I felt it physically. A pressure I hadn't realized was there released all at once and I took a breath that felt like the f