Fanfiction Chicago Fire Novels & Stories

For some reason, the smoke didn't bother me like it would usually do and even as McKenzie smoked her brown thick sticks ,I found it very alluring rather---yeah maybe the smoke was messing with my head. Speaking of McKenzie, I turned my face to look at her---at some point I had moved to sit between Oliver and Bani on the other couch. My eyes fell on McKenzie's pink lips that wrapped around the cigar and her veiny lower arms as she lit up the cigar with a lighter. For a moment ,all the voices ,laughters and music, everything around me zoned in as my eyes focused on nothing but the woman of my dreams. It was like in slow motion as she inhaled from the stick and Karan said something next to her

When she found the inner part of my thigh, she dug her nails deep into the flesh, making me scream from the pain while tears welled in my eyes. However, I wasn't able to move my lower body, so there was no way for me to dodge or avoid her hands. "Go on. Keep on screaming at the police. Nobody else is going to pay attention to a cripple like you," she said. "Even if you were to die in the fire, other people would just say that I was just too unlucky to have married a paralyzed, good-for-nothing troublemaker like you!" It hurt so badly that I began gasping loudly for air. I turned to look at Dakota next to me and said, "Why… Dakota…"

He stormed over to my bedside and glared down at me with a judgmental look. "My sister just made a small mistake and prioritized taking care of an old friend's son. Is that a crime? And now you want her to lose her job over it? "Which firefighter hasn't suffered before? It was just a few minutes of oxygen deprivation. Is that really such a big deal? My sister pulled so many strings just to help you get promoted, and this is how you repay her?" I started laughing out of sheer anger. The movement sent a tearing pain ripping through my chest, forcing me to curl inward as I coughed violently.

the driver states, shaking his skull in deep remorse for the valley. "It operates as a fire of the most horrible kind... the specific breed of heat that burns its victims until their flesh is completely unrecognizable. Wouldn't that operate as the absolute most ideal way to get rid of an inconvenient body?" Charis stares out the window as the fire wagons disappear into the distant smoke, a lethal plan slowly gestating at the very back of her mind. It wasn't that hard for a clever wolf to intentionally start a fire in dry brush. Furthermore, this specific type of crime possessed an unbelievably high success rate in destroying entire evidence pools, and the clues to the cause of the heat were

The drinks are catching up with me, but I don’t want to ruin the moment by wandering off to find a public bathroom. Tipsy and daring, I ask Chris for help. “Hey, Chris,” I say, my voice a little unsteady. “Do you think you could show me where the restroom is?” His eyes widen slightly in surprise but quickly soften into a charming smile. “Sure thing, beautiful. Follow me.” He takes my hand, his touch sending a tingle up my arm, and leads me into the fire station. With a firm grip on my hand he guides me through the fire station. My heart races as I follow him.

“It isn’t.” The air around us shifted. Not like magic. Like something opening its eyes. Fia suddenly gasped, clutching her head. “It’s getting louder!” Finn grabbed her. “Fia, look at me. What’s happening?” “I see…” She swallowed hard. “I see fire. Cities burning. Wolves killing each other. The sky breaking apart.” Chase frowned. “That’s just the war…….” “No,” she whispered. “This is worse. This is after.”

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

Then he turned his head and looked at me, really looked. “I’m a cop,” he said. “Homicide. NYPD.” I raised an eyebrow. “No shit.” “Fifteen years,” he said. “I’ve seen everything.” I took another drag and thought about Mallory. About the way she vanished right after screaming threats at Cassie. About the cold feeling I couldn’t shake. “I think someone I know killed a girl back in Chicago,” I said quietly. “And I’m scared he’s going after my best friend next. She’s pregnant. About to marry the love of her life. She finally has everything good and I’m terrified he’ll take it away.”

A platoon of Axis came charging towards their flank, but a couple of demons rushed ahead towards Union soldiers. Chicago moved swiftly to counter the demons, attacking both demons with one technique to behead them both. Both demons dropped dead after being decapitated, but he could still feel the presence of three other demons amongst the charging Axis. "I'll kill them!" Chicago yelled out. "I'll kill all demons!" Chicago began to blitz ahead before a sudden burst of fire intercepted, engulfing him in the flames and forcing him to the ground upon impact. Willie Lou shouted out to her nephew, but she couldn't detect or locate the attacker who launched the fire attack.

Deep in my bones, in the heat under my ribs. The child inside me wasn’t ordinary. She was fireborn. And the world had no idea what it was about to face. Lilly By morning, Grey Howl was lit up like a fortress. Cameras scanned every inch of the outer wall, drones buzzed the perimeter, and packs from as far as the Rockies were pinging our secure comms demanding updates.