Drama Fire Novels & Stories

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

To be precise, it was Simon who had smashed open my front door with his men and slaughtered their way through. Sally, Serena McFadden, and the rest of my crew had died from stray bullets. I had broken down, screaming again and again, "I didn't hurt her!" Simon had ignored me and coldly pressed a button in his hand. With a deafening boom, the three core armories I had bled to build were gone in an instant. In this life, I didn't want him anymore, and I wouldn't hurt Giara. I just wanted everyone to live.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Henry's voice was shaking, a raw mix of terror, desperation, and hysteria. In the background, I could faintly hear the pop of gunshots and screams. He roared, his voice cracking, “Madeline, what the hell kind of intel did you give us?!” “The deal with the Colombians went south, they’re killing our guys! You need to get back here and fix this mess!”

The flames reflected in her eyes and her laughter echoed off the walls. "Let me know if you'll survive the real fire," she said again. I stared at her and the world narrowed to the sound of her voice and the crackling of the flames. The actors fled and the door slammed shut. I heard the lock click. I heard Sha's laughter from the other side. I heard her friends giggling and whispering and the sound of footsteps retreating. The fire was spreading and the smoke was thick and the heat was unbearable. I pressed my hands to the wall and the wood was hot and the smoke filled my lungs. I dropped to my knees and the floor was hot and the flames were climbing the curtains and the ceiling was catching

The fire on the beach had died down and all that remained were the glowing embers, and the remains of the charred woman, roped to the stake. Faye looked down. She was wearing a long white dress and her feet were bare as she walked over the burning embers, her arm outstretched to touch the woman’s blackened face. Her eyes were open. ‘Help me, ’the woman whispered, as hot blood flowed from her mouth, over Faye’s hand. ’Please help me. ’

for her. The words were a sham but they bought comfort. A candle in the dark. A candle with flickering, dying flames but a candle nonetheless. She sought the warmth from it greedily every single time. The flames had grown weaker and weaker with every life taken and she wasn’t sure how much she could give before the candle went out entirely. Until she was left in the dark with nothing to hold onto. She wasn’t sure what would happen when the flame did die. Maybe she would drown in that bleakness. Maybe that’ll be the end of Ilana Meyers.