Fire Mc Novels & Stories

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

The drone slips through traffic control like it belongs there. I don’t think. I move. I hit her with my body, spin, shield, feel the blast in my back like a hammer made of fire. The world goes white. When I come back, I’m on the ground, ears ringing, lungs burning, pain screaming down my spine. Mara is screaming my name. The kid is crying. Alive. Good. I laugh, breathless, stupid with relief. Security swarms. Selene is there instantly, power vibrating just beneath her skin, eyes wild.

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

Every step was heavier under the weight of the suit, every breath harder as smoke filled his lungs. Still, he ran. Up the stairs. Through the smoke. Toward the second floor. Toward her. The hallway was an inferno. Someone shouted behind him, “Don’t go that way! It’s not safe!” Marc glanced over his shoulder. A firefighter carrying an elderly woman nodded at him, and Marc returned the gesture with a hand signal—thumb and forefinger forming a circle. He understood. They both did. The sound of wood crackling and snapping surrounded him as the fire devoured everything in its path. Marc reached Cassandra’s apartment door—the door he hadn’t been allowed to open freely anymore. This time, there was

The nurses rushed forward with syringes, their hands shaking as Emre’s vitals plummeted on the monitor. Mehmet turned to me, his grip on my shoulder like a vice. “Call Pelin immediately. I know know what this is.” His voice was a low, fierce growl. “The gallery fire wasn’t an accident. It’s Ifrit fire. The more you fight it with water or magic, the hotter it burns.” I sucked in a sharp breath, the air feeling like sandpaper in my lungs. Ifrit fire. That was legendary and also a death sentence. I stepped out into the hallway, coughing violently as the weight of the realization hit me.

(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?

A man in a uniform is sexy, but a firefighter who just saved my cabin from flames has given me a feeling in my stomach I’ve never felt before. A tree beside us bursts back into flames and Ben runs to get the hose to put it out. Oh no not again.

I started my training weeks ago, I couldn't run as fast as I wanted to without my scar hurting and I couldn't do a lot, to begin with. Still, once I got home I would do certain exercises to blend in with the pain on the emotional side and the physical too, and I found it so much easier and better. Cody started showing me guns and how to use them. He showed me the clips and the magazines and how to load and unload but using guns would always be the very last resort as long as I held his protection and some of Lorenzo's men but even that it was hard to accept.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.