Fanfiction Chicago Fire Novels & Stories

Civilized men weren’t supposed to look like that in hospital parking lots. Raphael’s exhale was sharp, “Alright. Give me ten minutes, I’ll call you back. Don’t kill anyone until I do.” I pressed my palms to the roof of the car, metal biting cold under my skin, forehead against it like maybe I could cool the inferno chewing through me. My chest heaved. Every nerve screamed she was gone, not because she chose to leave, but because someone fucking took her. And if that was true, Chicago wasn’t ready for what I was about to do to it.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

"You were happy hiding in the shadows, working night shifts, barely seeing the light of day? So afraid that you would be tracked down that you broke from your family and friends and hid from the world? I also know that your boss at the café offered you partnership and you turned her down. Dante Marquez would have tracked you down eventually. He was already closing in when I first checked into your background. I more than likely saved your life. Now you have the necessary protection, rather than facing that conscienceless bastard alone." She stared at him, her eyebrows raised. "Do you have any idea how arrogant that sounds? It's your conscience I'm questioning at the moment." "Baby, you aren'

I'm losing control and I'm seconds away from breathing fire. She slaps me and the fire pushes back a bit. She's glorious in her anger and I can't touch her or I'll never let go. I glance at Mikael. "Control your woman and get her out of here." Pepper tries to run, but Mikael grabs her. Just seeing him touch her pushes smoke from my nostrils and small sparks shoot from my mouth. "Take her away," I roar as I head for my perch where I can release the flames.

Too late. Whats the problem now? Chi asked. I wasnt ready. I know Clementine Hunter had to die, but I--I was just-- Shed been on the brink of understanding something about the choice shed made to love Daniel. And now everything about those last moments with Noah had gone up in flames along with her past self. Well, theres not much more to see, Chi said. Just the usual routine of a building catching fire-- smoke, walls of flame, people screaming and stampeding toward the exits, trampling the less fortunate underfoot--you get the picture. The Globe burned to the ground.

All the favors I did for her in my previous life turned into a fire that burned my entire family. Was that called being good to me? What about getting me drunk and sending me to sleep with those men? Sydney truly had zero conscience left. I went over all the horrible things she had done, my body trembling without me even realizing it. If life hadn't given me a second chance, everything my family and I went through would be buried forever in that raging fire. I smirked and whispered in her ear, "There are still more surprises to come. Want to guess what they are?"

Maxim pleads, while he moves to sit on my other side. I swallow hard, a few tears betraying me and slipping past my defenses. Their care for me, combined with my broken heart, has broken the dam holding back my tears. I think the hurt from losing Jericho and Max has also finally caught up to me. The tears flow freely down my cheeks now, and they both move closer instantly, wrapping their arms around me. Pulling them into my embrace, we remain like that in silence for some time. Gathering my strength, I finally manage to speak. “I caught Flynn f*cking another woman. A witch. I mean… I sort of trusted him. After everything, I actually trusted him”. I laugh humorlessly.

Then said, “She was different after the fire. Cold. Like she didn’t care anymore. Something was wrong with her. I told the counselors, but no one listened.” I pressed a record on my phone. “Tell me everything,” I said. The next day, the article was live. No name. No blame. Just questions. Who Is Daisy Really? Unanswered Questions from Her Past A Fire, a Girl, and Secrets Buried Deep The comments exploded. Some people defended her. Others wanted answers. I watched it all from my penthouse balcony, coffee in hand. Lycan came up behind me, phone in his hand. “You see this?” he asked.

Don’t burn anything this time. Damien: That was one incident and the smoke alarm was overly sensitive. Seraphine: You set water on fire. I didn’t know that was possible. Damien: It wasn’t fire, it was steam. There’s a difference. Seraphine: The fire department disagreed. Damien: The fire department was being dramatic. After finishing the space walkthrough with Maya and signing preliminary lease documents, Seraphine headed to her final meeting of the day coffee with Adrian Chen, who had a project he wanted her to consider producing.

“No, it’s not your fault, cub. You didn’t know.” “But she showed me what comes next,” Liam whispered. He turned to me. And his voice cracked. “I burn.” ⸻ My heart stopped. “No,” I said instantly. “No. You won’t. I won’t let that happen.” “She showed me,” he said again. “I’m in a city. There’s fire everywhere. People screaming. Wolves dying. And I’m the one who starts it.” I shook my head, tears prickling at the edges of my eyes.