Fire From Heaven Book Novels & Stories

“Boom!” The violent jolt blacked out my vision for a moment, my organs feeling as if they’d shifted inside me. Yet through the dust, a surge of grim satisfaction coursed through me when I saw their terrified faces. Just as I steadied the car and prepared for the next strike, a deafening roar filled the air. The massive sound of a helicopter drew near, and through the loudspeakers above came the team manager’s voice. “Found them! Fire brigade! Put out the fire!”

I just needed distance. My lungs burned. My legs shook. Sweat trickled down my spine. Every step felt like my body was tearing apart. But I kept going. My knees finally gave up and I slowed down. My breathing was sharp and broken. Yet I didn't let tears fall. I whispered into the darkness with closed eyes. “Please, God. Send someone to help me.” When I lifted my head, I froze. He was there. Louis Wolf! Standing near his car with my abandoned heel in his hand, staring at me like he just watched a ghost run out of the shadows.

I love you, Gabriel. Christ, who was that? Shit, was that the man tattoed on his chest was he gay? He thought about that man. He was there, this man, he was in the corner of his mind, a bright sunny corner. Gabriel decided that he felt better thinking about this man. The man was laughing, but Gabe didn't know his name. Where was he, what surrounded him? Seats, hundreds of them, but that was all he could see in his mind's eye. Leave it for now, start looking for a way out. The best thing he found in the fridge was sixteen bottles of Peroni and food, Fucking marvellous at least he wouldn't die starving.

There was a woman covered in fire just like me. Was she my mother? "Don't keep me in suspense , what does the book say?" Noah asked. I took a deep breath reading the first sentence and the air left my body. I read the words out loud. "Hestia the goddess of fire was created to cause destruction to mankind." Was I a weapon just like her?

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

Xavier laughed as he fell into a pile of autumn leaves, pulled by a boy with glowing fingers and muddy boots. Lena's name was etched into a skybridge in the capital, not in marble, but in flowering vines. And at the heart of it all: The fire. Not as a crown. Not as a curse. But as a reminder. Maera's Voice (from the Book) "She was not born to rule. She was not meant to die. She was called too young, made too old, And still… she chose. Not flame. Not throne. But life. And when the world burned,

Vice retorted as he pushed past Jax and jumped on his bike, "And, it's Vice. Vincent was the naive fucker that let himself get pushed over way too much... he was the one that let the only person he ever trusted send him away without an explanation, nothing! Vice, however - Vice will blow your fucking head off before you have the chance." As Scar neared the Wolves' club, the first thing he noticed was a large, black cloud coming from where the building stood. The second thing was the ash that lingered in the air as he approached and the third was the flames that could be seen for miles. Scar's breath hitched as he sped up, ignoring the screams coming from the man tied to his bike. The rider f

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

Once the male’s breath becomes lifeless, a flame ignites and burns the body and cross but also ignites the reflection of light within a bystander’s eyes. The following morning of Heaven is unlike anything that the village has ever seen. The charred corpse in the middle of the park is unrecognizable. As the abnormality spreads, a crowd begins to form and commotion arises from the people of the village. Talks about a killer are on the loose and the question of safety becomes the topic at hand. People from Heaven ring around the scene like it's part of a museum or an event. The bystander that witnessed the collision between men is a boy no older than young Troy before he got shipped off to the

Hade had left me in here alone. To die. Goodbye mama and papa. Goodbye Ayla. The smoke from the fire was making it hard to breath and I couldn’t help byr ciugh inti the gag. It was getting harder to breathe and my eyes were my eyes. It was getting difficult to keep them open. Suddenly a black shadow came into being. I looked past the water that had gathered. Hades had come back. “Íxera óti tha ísoun edó. Símera tha se xefortothó”