Fire Fist Novels & Stories

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

“Stay behind me.” “No,” Evelynn said, her voice trembling but fierce. “We do this together.” The fire within her answered, spilling heat across her skin, dancing at her fingertips. The creature tilted its head, as if curious, then snarled, a sound that shook the trees. It lunged. The world blurred. Evelynn thrust her hands forward, fire bursting from her palms in a sudden blaze. The creature shrieked, stumbling back, its body smoking where the flames touched. But it didn’t fall—it regrouped, circling them with unnatural speed.

Before I could complete my words, Zac ran his dagger through Fist's stomach and twisted it, letting the silver make more and more contact with his inner skin. "Arrrgh!" Fist shouted out in pain as he held the sword impaled into him. "NOO!!!" I screamed. I was about to rush to help him when he turned to me with a smile and brought out something from within his shirt. It was a bomb detonator. He was going to blow himself up. "Fist," I muttered as I made to go towards him, but before I could take a step, he pressed the button on the detonator, and a loud flash of light blinded me as some strong force pushed me to the ground, causing me to black out.

Brighter. Hotter. The air around her shimmered. The ground beneath her feet began to blacken. Crack. Melt. Kael felt it immediately. “…Rose.” Storm’s eyes widened. “That’s not—” Natural. It wasn’t. And Rose didn’t care. The creature reached her— And she lifted her hand. Just one. The fire answered. Not in a burst— But in a column. A focused, blinding surge of white-hot flame that erupted upward, meeting the creature head-on.

Bryson POV, When the fire started I know that I had been cheated. The eyes that stared into me gem afar were the ones of my friend, the one person that I trust should I ever need a shoulder to turn to rely on. I square around, they had kept me weak under the constant fire that kept blazing around me. I can do nothing but take the harsh sensation I feel in my skin. Any idiot would not dare it but an attempt would suffice and I'm no idiot to shift at such length to leap through the high flame. Before I can do that or anything they had that step calculated and so far it was a no-go.

He is fast, but he is fighting the woman who built the parameters he is trying to destroy. I dive beneath the sweeping iron pike, my bare palms hitting the hot iron floor to vault my body over his shoulder. As I land behind him, the dual-lineage pup within my womb flares with a sudden, protective surge of absolute stability, allowing a localized, white-hot line of Southern Fire to shoot from my right fingertips. I don't target his throat; I target the iron pike. The geothermal heat of the First Hearth hits the metal casing, instantly melting the iron into a useless, liquid red slag that drips onto Kaelen’s boots, burning through his sea-leather gauntlets.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Then, everyone burst into peals of laughter. Shermaine was the first to register what she just heard. She clutched her stomach and laughed out loud. "Lucy, did getting fired shock you so much that you lost your mind? Call off the engagement? Your engagement to Mr. Hammond? Does Mr. Hammond even know that you're his fiancee?" Shermaine was laughing so hard that tears came to her eyes. She pointed at me and said, "Did you hear her, Mr. Hammond? Who does she even think she is?"

First, he needs to protect the children. He turned to the officer. "Tell the media about this new incident. Ask them to tell everyone to stay indoors and be vigilant. Until this man is caught, no one is safe. Gather the rest of the men and make sure you block every exit out of the city. Apprehend him on the spot. If he proves stubborn, shoot at sight," Alex gave his orders. "Okay sir," the officer saluted and left. Alex brought out his phone and dialed his wife's number.

“What happened the first time you caught fire?” Looking straight ahead, I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “I’m asking because I want to figure out what your triggers are,” he clarified. “Fear,” I responded, still not looking at him. “I suppose that’s a start. How many times have you caught fire?” “Four.” Maybe if I were short with my answers, he would stop asking. He sighed. “Then you are just starting to set into your immortality. What do you know about fighting?”