Fire Novels 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

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

The low hum of a group organized. We found them. Not all of them. Not yet. But enough to see a pattern. A fire burned in the circle. A robed figure spoke in a voice like gravel. The rogues listened. They obeyed. I signaled back. We had what we needed. We had knowledge. We also had a risk. Before I could make the call, a twig cracked beneath my boot. One of the rogues looked up. His head turned my way like a tide noticing the moon. He howled. The circle rose.

Fireflies drifted lazily near the porch, their glow catching on the whisper-wards etched into the doorframe. Inside, the air was cool and scented with rosemary and night-blooming herbs. Jars lined the shelves—powders, petals, bones, oils—each arranged with ritual precision. The hearth sat cold, waiting. Selene struck flint to tinder. Flames climbed eagerly, filling the small home with golden light. Rowan crouched beside the fire without being asked. He added wood until it roared, heat rolling through the cottage in waves. The glow gilded the rugged lines of his body, turning his tattoos to molten gold and casting long shadows across the floor.

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.

They move through the woodlands as quietly as a ghost, leaving no tracks behind them, only a steady stream of noxious liquid spilling from the can. In a few hours time nothing will be left of the powerful accelerant, nor the forest itself. For all intents and purposes it will look like the entire landscape went up in flames of its own accord, a spontaneous combustion at the height of foliage season. In the entire history of the Nova pack, only one wildfire has ever plagued the territory, and never within the city limits. That all changes tonight. It wasn’t a very creative plan, after all Arabella too had played her hand at arson and failed with spectacular grace. But this was different. This

This time the prince's whole body burst into bright red and orange flames. "AHH!" Cassius screamed dropping to the ground and rolling. Not matter how much he tried the fire continued to savagely eat away his flesh. Burning was second to platinum in the killing vampires department. Meaning it hurt like hell. Cassius screamed and screamed as the fire grew impossibly hotter. Raven clapped her hands together and the flames disappeared. As if they were never there to begin with. Cassius continued to put out the invisible flames and stayed on ground panting and checking his body for the burns he was certain was there. None were found.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

Cassian POV The firefighters were able to put out the fire in the library before it burned down the entire building, but between the flames, the smoke, and the water used to put it out, we lost three-quarters of the books. The head librarian, Marianne, was barely able to hold back her tears at the town meeting when we heard the reports. “We weren’t able to find any source for the fire,” our Fire Chief, Taylor, finished, folding his arms. “No accelerants were found, but the way it spread couldn’t have been natural, either.”

No footsteps pacing in the hallway at 2am while he was on the phone with someone he said was just a colleague. Then the night before returned in pieces, not all at once, but in sharp, painful flashes that made her sit up too fast, her breath catching in her chest like she had been running. The rain hammering the pavement outside the club, cold and relentless, soaking her shoes and her feet until she could not feel her toes. The thin strap of her silver dress snapping under Daniel's hand when he pulled her, the sound it made, like a small, final break. The laughter of strangers who pulled out their phones instead of helping, who watched her stumble. The cold seeping through her skin until she