Fire Novel Novels & Stories

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

My body was on fire and the only person who could cool this blazing skin was Caesar. I excused myself telling Cherry that I really was tired and I needed a good slumber without interruptions. She only made a knowing face brushing me off and going back to watching. She was totally hooked into it. I couldn't watch that Valeria with a straight mind though, it was torturing honestly.

(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?

“He’s nice. I don’t hate him.” High praise from you. “He’s not our mate.” We don’t know who our mate is yet. “Exactly. So don’t get attached.” After class, Jason and I walk toward the east wing, still talking about Friday night’s bonfire. “Still down for the bonfire?” he asks. “Absolutely. I need to blow off some steam.” “Same.” I smile, relieved for something normal. Something not tied to destiny or duty or bloody legacy. We stop outside my next class. Jason gives me a lazy salute. “Later, Little Reaper.”

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

Not anymore. “No,” she whispered, and fire roared from her hands, shooting forward in a wave that scorched the earth and turned the night into a mockery of dawn. Flames licked the trees, and hunters dove to the ground, shouting orders that melted into chaos. Aiden moved at the same time. He lunged like lightning, his jaws snapping on a hunter before the man could fire. The scream cut short, drowned in the snarl of teeth and the thud of bodies hitting earth.

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 ammonia-infused floor lit up in a wave of fire, snaking toward the cave’s entrance. The shrieks of the vampires turned to wails. Even better, the vampires could not come to our side. They could not cross the bridge of fire. I flinched as the smoke hit my eyes, choking and blinding me. But the fire burned hot. Too hot. The air shimmered. The guano acted like oil, feeding the flame in waves. The vampires, already sensitive to heat and light, violently recoiled, screeching in agony as the fire reached them.

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.