Drama Fire Novels & Stories

“I’m being rational.” “You’re being afraid.” I scoffed quietly and changed lanes. “Watch it.” The memory hit me again without permission. Her body was burning under my hands. The way she cried. The way she collapsed like something inside her had been unlocked. That wasn't an attraction and it wasn't a coincidence either. And I hated that I didn’t have an explanation yet. My phone buzzed. I answered without looking. “What’s the report? ” I asked. Darius didn’t bother with pleasantries. He never did when things were serious. “The fire started at the back of the stage. Electrical fault is the official story. But unofficially? It doesn’t sit right.”

It smashes against the doorframe, right in the center of the rushing mob. FWOOM. Liquid fire sprays everywhere. Men scream. They drop their weapons, batting at the flames engulfing their legs and chests. The doorway turns into a wall of fire. "Hold the line!" Drakon shouts, firing into the smoke. But they aren't stopping. They are pushing through the fire. They are climbing over the burning bodies of their brothers. A Reaper bursts through the flames, his arm on fire. He raises a submachine gun. He sprays the room.

Ayr cackled and pulled Reina together with herself, they went down the roof together. “Reina!!!” Mayna screamed. “No!!!!!” Red shouted in horror. ****** “W… What!!!!” Dane let out a loud scream as he looked at the burning mansion. What the hell is happening. Why's the place on fire? The firefighters were turning their hoses trying to bring the raging fire down while Dane watched in dismay. All he can think about is Ericka… Is she safe? Or she's still in there? “What's happening !?!!” Dane yelled out. A firefighter came and stood next to him.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

“Help, Lia please help it's so hot in here”. She screams as I try to get to her. There is fire on both sides of where she is standing “I’m coming, just hold on and do not move. I'll be right there”. I tell her calmly as I prepare to cross the fire in order to meet her on the other side of the kitchen.I try to cross over but I can't. This place is so hot and I feel like I'm being boiled. I feel so dizzy and I can't think properly with the smoke clouding my vision and almost choking me. “Hurry up please, I am finding it quite hard to breathe”. She calls out to me again and I hear her cough. I let out a cough of my own. I look at her and see that she is huddled up in a corner as she clutches he

He was a mess himself as he looked at the messy fire in front of him with blank eyes. Everything was just like a movie. Everything was happening in slow motion. The fireman was trying to stop the fire that came from Chloe's car. They all came down the cliff and found the car and trees around there were on fire. The fall from the top was so bad that her favourite car couldn't be called a car anymore. It was some scrap of steel. Nothing was there in the car. It was in that bad shape. And after the fall from up there, it's impossible for anyone to be saved.

Nuella's situation was dire. Flames danced all around her, casting eerie shadows on her terrified face. The smoke enveloped her, making it difficult to breathe as her lungs choked on the acrid fumes. Her clothes were singed and tattered, her skin reddened and blistered from the intense heat. Amidst the chaos, she could hear her step-sister's malicious laughter echoing through the inferno, a haunting reminder of the betrayal that had led to this nightmare. Outside the raging fire, Oliver's desperate screams pierced the night, his voice filled with anguish and fear. Cia, their child, cried out for her mother in a voice that carried the innocence of a child witnessing a horror they couldn't und

I immediately place a call through to 911, after which, I keep adamantly calling Damon's phone. I call everyone I know to the venue, and keep screaming Damon's name in hopes that he answers, but all I hear are the screams of objects burning under wild flames. Soon the fire department gets here, as well as my mom and mother-in-law, and we watch in anxiety as they battle to put out the fire and save anyone that might be inside the building. I freeze when I see a firefighter carry Ava out of the building, but I die a thousand deaths when I see one carrying Damon's unconscious body over his shoulder.

Freya sat on the plush leather couch in Diego’s apartment, his arms wrapped around her. Her fingers absently traced gentle lines on his thigh as they were glued to the TV screen. The news of Desmond's company being engulfed in a massive fire had spread rapidly. Freya and Diego tuned in to a news channel to witness the news even though they were already aware. The faint sound of the news anchor’s voice filled the room as the screen displayed aerial shots of a smoldering building surrounded by flashing police lights.

Xander held my hand tightly, his grip offering reassurance in the face of uncertainty. Outside, the chaos continued. Flames licked at the windows, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the firefighters battling the inferno. I watched in awe as they fought tirelessly, their bravery and determination inspiring me to find strength in the midst of tragedy. A sob escaped my lips as I realized that everything we had built together was reduced to ashes. The precious memories, the cherished possessions—all gone in an instant. But in that moment, I also realized that the true essence of our love remained unscathed. Our connection, our bond, could not be consumed by fire.