Novel & Cerita Fire Novels

The fortress was chaos. Wolves rushed with buckets and soaked hides, trying to smother the flames that devoured the eastern corridor. Children cried as mothers herded them into the cold night. Sparks rained from the rafters, catching in fur and hair, forcing frantic hands to beat them out. The air was thick with smoke, bitter and choking. And everywhere, eyes cut toward me. The whispers rose even through the roar of fire. “It started when she woke “Look at her hand “The Harbinger fire she’s losing control

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.

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

It's not even bright outside. He walks into the club, more like bounce. He gets into the club and a few minutes later people start to run out of the building including the man, He walks out of the building. Now I understand, he didn't run out cause he already knows what is about to happen. He looks up at the cctv for a second before leaving the scene, a few seconds later, the building goes up in Flames. Rage builds in my blood at the sight. This is one stupid stunt and when I get my hands on the people responsible for this, they would wish they never had cross me. "The same thing happened in the second video" Tiana mentions as she turns the screen over to her front and types fasts on the key

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 019: McCarthy v Rodrigo. Spencer was so shocked to find out that Bruno had been working with Mr Rodrigo feeding him information about his business and personal life. Spencer grabbed the gun and aimed at Bruno's head, Bruno begged for mercy and pleaded for his life shaking as the gun was facing in between his eyebrows, sweat dripping from his face, and a cool shiver down his spine. “what have I gotten myself into?” Bruno thought to himself.

A few minutes later we finally got out and the heat of the sun, sand, and cactuses that are higher than us and I can see their big and sharp thorns meet my eyes. I can breathe a sigh of relief because I can no longer smell the small amount of fuel. If we stay there longer, I won't be surprised if I end up coughing even if I don't have one. But I still thought I would suffocate, and I didn't think it was possible to catch fire because there was a slight smell of gasoline in there. Even if it's just gas and not the back, it's still flammable. "What's that road called?" I can't stop asking. In this world, even a path has a name.

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

I’d give anything for lightning speed, for one blink of an eye to see her right now. When the smell of fire gets thick, I slow down just in time to avoid a burning roof falling on my back. I look around at the homes. Everything is on fire. The roofs, the windows, the porches. It’s all going down. A handful of dead wolves lie scattered, no more than four, hearts yanked out and left beside them. I keep moving, following the ghost of Zephyra’s scent through the wreckage. Just what is happening here? Amidst the smell of kerosene I believe started this inferno, I can scent multiple people and more blood. When I reach a small workshop, I spot two bodies sprawled on the warm ground.