Fanfiction Chicago Fire Novels & Stories

The scent of singed flesh hung in the air like a curse. Fatima appeared beside me, barking orders over her shoulder and scribbling on a chart with a pen that was barely keeping up with her adrenaline. “One psycho set the precinct on fire,” she said breathlessly. “If not for the fire truck that happened to be passing the district, the whole place would’ve gone down with them. These poor, hardworking souls would’ve been fried.” I scoffed inwardly, rubbing an antibiotic ointment into the patient’s wound. Hardworking my foot.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

“Who else. The Outfit. Alfonso’s retaliation for burning down his massage parlor. I think they are sending us a message.” I nod, understanding. This is a warning, a reminder of the power struggle happening beneath the surface of Chicago’s criminal underworld. The man next to Misha is still ranting and raving in rapid-fire Russian, his voice laced with anger and frustration., but I barely hear him. My attention is fixed on the flames, watching as they consume everything in their path. The fire department and police are now joined by a growing crowd of onlookers, gawking at the spectacle.

“He’s really good in bed. Like… dangerously good. Like ruin-you-for-other-men good.” Tia cackled so loud Jasmine had to muffle the phone with a pillow. “I cannot believe you! Miss ‘I’m just going to have a chill summer’ ended up getting railed by her brother’s firefighter best friend! Girl, you’ve been living in a whole fanfiction this whole time!”

He didn't think he was. Sure, it was kind of hot when Asher first became a firefighter, Cailen never knowing he had a thing for that until then, but with every frightening story Asher told him, the sexiness of it all wore off fast. He's heard stories of his fellow firefighters getting seriously burned, their skin never healing quite the same. He's heard of them never being able to walk again, or even losing their limbs. And of course, he's heard of many deaths, a few of them being someone Asher did know and that was never easy to deal with.

Micah smirks, looking at me over the rim of his coffee mug. “You believe all that?” His gorgeous smile makes me come to a halt and I stop paying attention to the blender I took out for Amelia’s milkshake. I accidentally plug in the wrong socket and the switch blows up. There is a spark and then the wire catches fire, making smoke flare up everywhere. I drop it like I am electrocuted. The flame. The smoke. It thrusts me back to that warehouse three years ago. I am trapped and I cannot escape. The log of fire is rushing at me at an alarming speed.

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter One: The Fateful Encounter In New York City's dimly lit streets, a young woman named Sofia, left her hometown Ohio, in search of a greener pasture. She walked through alleys, her determination driving her forward. She had left her hometown, with only a few belongings and big dreams. “I don't know how I'm going to fit in this huge city, but I'm happy to be here” she said to herself while walking down in search of a place to sleep.

- I'm not sure how this will happen, but I'll try. - Control your dragam – and Zog is silenced again. When the woman leaves, Sophia gets up and energy starts to come out of her. - Vampires think kitsunes are all the same, but they're wrong. I'm a Kasai kitsune. A fire fox. Flames came out of the girl's body. - If heat frees your human mind, I will help you. She grabs Lucifron's head and makes her flames engulf his head. Zog finds himself surrounded by fire that was not his own, but which he can control.

Fi demanded at the same time Hannah said, “He’s not my—oh, never mind.” She saved her breath and her argument, realizing the two weren’t even listening to her. They wouldn’t have believed her anyway. She let them carry on as they pretty much had been since being born fourteen months apart, closed her eyes while Fi worked her magic . . . and started to plot out how she was going to work hers. “Yes, I was in the harbor area,” Calder told the police chief. “But I wasn’t out on the docks and I didn’t set the fire. I came here hoping to mend fences, not burn them down.”