Novel & Cerita Fire Novels

A fire is crackling there, fighting the damp chill of the sea air. I throw the box in. It lands on the logs. The white cardboard begins to brown. The tissue paper curls. Then the lace catches. It doesn't burn like normal fabric. It flares. Green and blue flames lick up the chimney. The smell of burning chemicals fills the room, sharp and acrid, choking out the smell of old books. Ciro coughs, covering his mouth with his arm. I don't move. I watch it burn. I watch the white turn to black ash.

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 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.

“Where have you been? Not hurt, are you? Burnam was asking for you.” “He found me, all right,” said Joe bitterly. “Is the camp burned out? Who set it on fire?” “Why, nobody!” said the other woods-rider. “What made you think of such a thing? It was an accident—carelessness, rather. The nigger that tends the pump went off and left it while the still was working. The engine went wrong and stopped running water into the retort. It got hot, and the top of the still blew off. The red-hot rosin flew like rain, and the whole place was afire in two seconds. Where were you all the time?”

The lighter sparked. The fire didn't just burn; it roared. The lilies curled into black claws. The check melted into a gray sludge. The scent of burning money was acrid, metallic, and beautiful. “I left everything once, Adrian,” she hissed into the smoke. “I’ll burn the whole world down before I let you buy a single breath of this child.” *** Adrian Wolfe didn't move. He stared at the drone feed on his laptop. The high-definition thermal imaging showed the heat signature of the fire—and the silhouette of the woman he’d lost standing next to a man who looked like he’d die for her.