Fire Novels Novels & Stories

I could flip him over and check his pockets, but I leave him where he is. "Flames going up," Nico says and tosses a burning lighter into a stream of gas. It catches fast and spreads, fire spouting all over in bursts and a dull roar as it hungrily eats the oxygen. The soldiers hurry out the door, followed by Nico and Gavino. I stand and hesitate, letting the heat twist the edges of the small hairs on my face. I want to take a deep breath and suck the burning black gas fumes into my lungs. I want to let it scar me and let the fire consume my flesh. I can burn here and now and end all this, but it's self-pitying bullshit, not real strength. Dying now won't save Fynn and it won't bring Clarissa

Flames roared to life, devouring wood and metal with insatiable hunger. The inferno spread greedily, orange tongues licking up walls, black smoke billowing into the sky like a signal flare to Alexei wherever he hid. Dante stood motionless, watching it burn, the heat searing his skin but doing nothing to thaw the ice in his veins. This was just the beginning. Alexei's backups, his suppliers, his allies, his hidden networks, would all feel the blaze. Every contact traced through Anton's leaked logs would be next: safehouses razed, convoys ambushed, lieutenants hunted down in their beds.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

Smoke Without Fire Eris POV I did not light the fire to kill anyone. Although I wouldn't mind if it really kills them…burning them all. That would make my work easier. But I didn't want Thomas, Malcolm, or Davina to die easily. I lit it to remind them.

The firefighters gave up ground reluctantly to the hungry flames. I woke up thinking a storm was rolling in from the lack of sunshine, the glowing clock casting strange shadows in my darkened room. The sky outside was black with smoke, gray ash falling like desecrated snow. The smell of smoke permeated everything, even when I closed the windows and stuffed a towel under the front door. I stared out the window into the dark sky, wondering where the fire was. The fire danger had been marked extreme for over a month, but even then it was still early in the season for a fire this size. The dry winter and abnormally warm spring had made the entire area a tinderbox ready to burn.

the driver states, shaking his skull in deep remorse for the valley. "It operates as a fire of the most horrible kind... the specific breed of heat that burns its victims until their flesh is completely unrecognizable. Wouldn't that operate as the absolute most ideal way to get rid of an inconvenient body?" Charis stares out the window as the fire wagons disappear into the distant smoke, a lethal plan slowly gestating at the very back of her mind. It wasn't that hard for a clever wolf to intentionally start a fire in dry brush. Furthermore, this specific type of crime possessed an unbelievably high success rate in destroying entire evidence pools, and the clues to the cause of the heat were

My fingers twitched, wanting to reach for him, to pull him closer. “That’s what I thought.” He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth descended, claiming mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hungry, demanding, full of a banked fire I hadn’t known he possessed. His lips were soft, yet firm... pressing... exploring... His tongue, hot and insistent, swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting the whiskey, the desperation, the unspoken longing. I moaned, a soft, involuntary sound, and leaned into him, letting the chair creak beneath me. His hand left my jaw, moving to the nape of my neck, holding me steady as he devoured my mouth. I tasted him too, and it was intoxicating.

and for a last selfish wish I prayed for peacefulness of mind before the end struck. Opening my eyes wide, I saw nothing but fire. This was nonsense, nothing I'll ever come up with is going to save this night. Savoring the rich sip of fluid fire that was now devouring me all trough and trough, I started to understand the point it was making; it was not going to stop. Never.

he mocked, releasing a smirk on his face to annoy Darragh. “Boss…is this the new guy taking over Officer Goa’s position?” Darragh returned the jab while looking at the warden. The warden said nothing. “Now, here is the real story. Something G****e or Wikipedia will never tell you” the man in suit came at Darragh. “At Age 6, family home got engulfed in flames. Victim; child’s father and pet dog…at age 13, school gets burnt down; victims, countless children…at age 17, Ex-childhood heartthrob, Elizabeth Walker gets involved in fire accident with Schols on the scene; looses life. During time serving in the Irish military, Sergeant Schols’ unit gets caught up in mysterious fire outbreak that leav