Fire Country Novels & Stories

Fire was a living thing. I had learned that a long time ago. It breathed, it consumed, and it destroyed everything in its path. But this fire—this wildfire—was different. It wasn’t just alive. It was hungry. The flames roared behind us, devouring the dry forest in seconds, the sky above turning black with smoke. Every gust of wind sent embers spiraling into the air, carried on the back of a storm that seemed hell-bent on chasing us down. The heat was unbearable, like standing too close to an open furnace, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and ash.

Chapter Twenty-One The massive bonfire in the center of the clearing had grown into a huge, roaring blaze of bright orange fire by the time the dark night fully settled over the deep woods of the campground. The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run.

And as the sky's falling down It crashed into this lonely town And with that shadow upon the ground I hear my people screaming out I see fire Inside the mountain I see fire Burning the trees I see fire Hollering souls And I see fire Blood in the breeze I see fire Oh you know I saw the city burning I see fire Feel the heat upon my skin yeah Now I see fire Oh oh oh oh oh oh And I see fire burn auburn up on the mountain side

They didn’t even raise questions. Our country, Crest country was a diplomatic one ruled by the government under one president. We lived in the state’s capital, in the richest estate in the city. I studied in Van private academy , the most expensive private academy in the city and I was currently on my tenth grade. Due to our high status, there was absolutely no way I would simply miss the blood test. This was just jumping into a crocodile’s mouth and testing if it would bite you

I may not have much but I'd like to keep a hold on my dignity. I kick a small pebble that skitters into the darkness of the pavement as I walk down, I hear festive sounds coming from the pub at the end of this street but I ignore it. No use hoping to have something you never will. Even though I have magical blood, I'm a fire slifer. I have no clue how to harness my power so it's basically useless. I've only had one or two incidents of nearly burning a house down but other than that I feel basically human.

I was busy noting down everything when suddenly news flashed on TV screen perked my ears, I would have easily ignored it but the news mention something about wild fire in ‘Mardonesee Forest’, this was same forest where my summer house was situated. I froze in my seat starring at wild fire engulfing forest turning everything into ashes, fire fighters were busy pouring water splashed from helicopters mode, while NYPD and media were standing at bay live broadcasting. “How dreadful this looks” my step mother mummer taking bite of her toast “How can a forest catch fire in such a windy season?” Alex questioned while I watched everything in horror.

“Do you still think we might be fated mates?” He looked deep into my eyes, his own filled with warmth. “I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter. Whether it’s fate or not, I’ll make sure you’re mine. I’ll make you my mate as soon as I can.” … The air was thick with acrid smoke, the aftertaste of the devastating fire. The town square, which had once been the heart of the community, filled with the laughter of children and the voices of merchants, was now a makeshift medical camp. Burns, lacerations, and the trauma from the fire turned the place into a grim triage.

I am still the person who can't just exist. The following week, the test arrived. It wasn't a corporate developer this time. It was a crisis of a different nature. A fire—not a legal one, but a real, hungry, wind-driven blaze—broke out on the far side of the valley. It started as a small flicker in the underbrush, a careless spark from a hiker’s stove, but the dry conditions turned it into a beast. The air grew thick with acrid, grey smoke. The sky turned an apocalyptic orange. The rhythm of the valley changed instantly; the birds stopped singing, and the air filled with the distant, frantic barking of dogs and the low, panicked lowing of the livestock.

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?