Drama Fire Novels & Stories

--- The Firestarter Fiona and Darwin were deep in strategy when the explosion ripped through the building. A deafening roar. Glass shattering. Flames erupting. The force sent Fiona flying backward. Heat rushed over her skin, smoke billowing instantly. Her ears rang, the world tilting sideways as she gasped for breath. Darwin was already moving. He grabbed her, yanking her down behind the overturned coffee table as debris rained around them. Thalassa’s voice crackled over the comms, panicked. “Fiona! Darwin! What the hell just happened?!”

I raised my tail and let it crash down, causing a loud crash and shudder throughout the club. “Willow, is shifting!” I hear Nix say. I can’t look toward her right now. Drake grabs hold of my massive shoulders and holds on. He digs his long claws into my flesh beneath my scales and begins to emit a heat that turns into fire. It burns as hot as lava. I let my own heat radiate from me. The two elements of fire mixed and soon there's so much fire and heat around us that if anything gets close it will go up into a blaze. The fire alarm system kicks in, but the sprinklers have no effect. I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams.

Tres swallowed back his fear and nodded. They sped down the hallway screaming that there was a fire and banging on all of the doors as they passed. The incredible amount of noise worked, and the senior males began to spill from their rooms, dressed sloppily and hurriedly, to follow James to safety. The group flew out of the dormitory and into the stairwell, thick, acrid smoke choking them up; the inferno was raging throughout the first floor. James quickly analyzed the situation and made a snap judgment. “We gotta get to Christian,” he shouted, running down the stairs, the others following in his wake with shirts held over their mouths.

With enough sense to know not to bare her cleavage before a Luna and her husband. “Goddess help me,” I prayed, watching the dance of flames in the fireplace until it turned to smoldering ash. Help me so I don't kill anyone…not this time.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter032: Secrets unveiled. Tensions are beginning to rise between Mr. Rodrigo and Spencer, as Spencer breaks the marriage between Kara and himself. In a short while, the news was all over New York City. Kara has refused to talk to anyone or see anyone for weeks as she was heartbroken and trying to heal.

He could feel the heat of the flames from where he stood, and the acrid smoke stung his eyes and throat. The firefighters worked tirelessly for hours, but the mansion was a lost cause. The flames had spread too quickly and too far, consuming everything in their path. Dmitry stood off to the side, his heart heavy with grief and anger. He knew that finding another mansion was easy, but he was more concerned about finding the person or persons responsible for this act of arson. He had enemies, many of them, but he never thought anyone would go this far.

“She’s mine. That bond will drag her back to me whether you fight it or not.” “Enough!” Cara’s shout cracks through the room, raw and desperate. She shoves past Cyran, putting herself in front of me this time, and for one dizzying second, hope surges in my chest. But then I see the fire in her eyes, the fury trembling on her lips.

“I love you.” Rebecca smiled as she kissed her lover’s forehead before she stared into his green eyes. “I love you Noah.” I hissed in pain as the sounds of crying and screaming, the smell of fire burning a building as I heard Rebecca screaming Noah’s name. I could see everything Rebecca saw as she watched her house with her husband inside burning to the ground unable to do anything before a sword stabbed her from behind. I could feel the pain, the sword sinking deeper and deeper in her body as it punctured every vital organ as blood dripped from her mouth while tears escaped her eyes.

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.