Cold Fire Koontz Novel Novels & Stories

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard

He slid down to the ground, limp. Dot convulsed violently for a moment. Blood trickled out of his nose and snout. His wet, glimmering eyes that had soothed me countless times looked at me for one final, torturing moment before that light was snuffed out. Everything came to a screeching halt, and silence followed. I froze as my pupils dilated in horror. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the tiny, lifeless body lying on the ground. I'd spent seven years with that precious pup. Dot had been the only thing tethering me to something real and warm through countless lonely nights.

The nights were chilly; fires blazed in all the negro cabins, and the gum ceased to trickle. It was another piece of hard luck. There would be no more flow until the weather turned hot again, and the cold wave was overspreading the whole country, with no prospect of immediate change. There was not much to do in the woods. Joe rode mechanically, thinking that it was a great opportunity for his promised holiday, but he disliked reminding Burnam of his promise.

In a rush, I go to stand in front of the air conditioner to cool myself, even though I know that the it cannot help the hotness I feel. The heat is not just from the chase… The hotness is from the forbidden wetness between my thighs. A wetness born out of lust for something that should be unallowed, a despirw for omething my family should never know about… How do I explain that being in the same car as Kole Powers, the son of my family's enemy, while running from a mutual enemy got me this hot and bothered? I sigh loudly from pleasure as I push my boobs together and rub them slowly through my clothes.

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

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

The moon was directly above now, full and merciless. And for the first time, I didn’t resist the power that had been coiled beneath my ribs since the day the rogues whispered ash-born. I let it come. The air cracked. Light spilled from my palms, not golden like Kael’s aura, but pale, white-blue—cold fire. It danced across the clearing, wrapping around the nearest enemies. They screamed as the flames touched them, not burning flesh but unraveling it, like silk turning to dust. The pack froze for half a breath. Even Kael stopped. His eyes found me.

I watched in silence as my childhood memories burned. "The small town of Conifer is burning this morning. Fire crews are struggling to contain a wildfire that started late last night off of US-285. Mandatory evacuations via reverse 911 are in full effect for certain divisions of Conifer and the surrounding areas." The scene cut to firefighters in full yellow gear battling the flames.