Fire And Steel Novels & Stories

The fire was everywhere. It clung to the walls, raced along the ceiling beams, poured down like molten rain as steel warped in the unbearable heat. Smoke thickened with every breath, turning the world into a choking, blackened blur. Julian staggered forward, coughing violently, one hand pressed to his ribs where pain flared sharp and relentless. His legs trembled, but he forced them to move. The inferno roared behind him, greedy, devouring, threatening to pull him back in.

Flashback: The fire cracked like a living beast, devouring everything it touched with no remorse. I stood at the edge of the villa’s courtyard, my hands curled into fists, eyes burning just as much as the building before me. The flames had already spread to the second floor, licking at the wooden beams, dancing along the stone like it had always been waiting for this moment. My men stood back, wary. Silent. They knew better than to speak to me when I was like this.

When the time comes, I’ll burn her plans. And her with it. They were fire and oil. One spark, And they would both go up in flames. But for now, They worked together. Because war was coming. And they both had something to prove. Even if it killed them.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

"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.

I breathe my fire ahead of me, ready to take out every one of these elves. “Bring her down!” an elf says and I recognize thaevoice. King Eldarion. “Daichi! The harpoon is earthen made! See if you can destroy it!” I yell, blowing my fire over the ground. As I fly over the elves, I hear another ‘thunk’. I scream, twisting quickly and feeling the air of the harpoon as it scrapes the tip of my wing. I blow my fire on it before slicing my fire through the air and back down to the ground. I continue blowing my fire, but there are a LOT of elves and they are working together using their earth elements to protect each other.

Fire erupted across the lawn in a perfect circle, old flames, magic-bound and sentient. When the Nightborn struck, it was like a scream against the soul. The air rippled with soundless violence. Link moved in, blade flashing with silvered fire, cleaving through the first wave like a god of war. I drew the dagger I had pulled from the flame days before. It responded to my blood, glowing with furious heat. I met the second Nightborn head-on. Their claws clashed with my fire, and the heat that erupted blasted back through the field, knocking down trees and sending gravel skittering across the stone steps.

My chest caved like a fist crushing bone. I gripped the wheel of my desk so tight I thought it would break. My knuckles split, blood smeared, but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel nothing but fire crawling through my veins, fire that screamed her name, fire that wanted to burn Rome, burn Valerio, burn Giovanni until nothing but ash. I whispered through my teeth, low and sharp so it cut my tongue: “Burn it all. Burn them all.”

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

- Hannah asks. - It seems so. – he says, opening his mouth in sleep. - Why are you answering like that? Hell, he's your fireheart, you should be excited, happy, filling on top of the world. - Dalkor says, clinging to Valdar, to prove his indignation at his lack of affection for his fireheart. - That's easy for you to say. Your fireheart is a dragon like you. Mine is a mutt. - Don't say those things, you know that our fire doesn't always choose someone of the same species. – Valdar says, with a smile.