Fire Reign Novels & Stories

If it was a mistake, she'd apologize to whoever later on. A tiny thought jumped into her brain. Could it have anything to do with the fires? But why would she even think that? The person setting these fires was, as with most arsonists, getting his emotional and sexual gratification from the arson itself. No one she knew would do anything like that. There hadn't been anything since then, so she'd just chalked it up to a mistake and let it go at that.

I'm losing control and I'm seconds away from breathing fire. She slaps me and the fire pushes back a bit. She's glorious in her anger and I can't touch her or I'll never let go. I glance at Mikael. "Control your woman and get her out of here." Pepper tries to run, but Mikael grabs her. Just seeing him touch her pushes smoke from my nostrils and small sparks shoot from my mouth. "Take her away," I roar as I head for my perch where I can release the flames.

“The Fire of Death?” Alana nodded, her fingers tightening around the table’s edge. “It’s said that certain supernatural beings, when they wish to rid themselves of their physical form, can summon this fire. It’s not natural—it’s born from their own power. The flames burn hotter than any normal fire, and their intensity depends on the strength of the person who creates them.” Kira’s brow furrowed as she processed the information. “Have there been many cases of this happening?”

Julian saw it, the moment that madness fused with calculation in his eyes. Reid slid a hand into his jacket, pulling out a small silver canister with a crude makeshift igniter wired to its top. “No…” Julian’s voice cracked, throat raw. “Don’t...” But Reid was already moving. With the fluidity of a man who’d rehearsed a hundred contingencies, he slammed the canister against the ground. The spark leapt. The gasoline caught like it had been waiting. WHOOMPH! Fire roared to life, racing across the floor in a devouring wave, eating the shadows whole.

I caught Richard watching me with a mixture of annoyance and begrudging respect when I made another observation about how sharing the disputed area might actually benefit all three packs if it was managed jointly. “That’s... not how things are done,” he said. “Maybe it should be,” I countered. “The land was severely altered by that fire, and the local wildlife is suffering. If you all put your resources together, it could be rehabilitated.” “You say that like the fire was our fault,” an older Alpha growled. “Actually,” Elijah spoke up, “it was. The wildfire was caused by a fireworks malfunction during the annual tri-territory Summer Festival in this area, was it not? A festival for all three

“I don’t know how, but it’s back.” “Use it,” he urged, his voice filled with a renewed sense of hope. “You can turn the tide with it.” With a deep breath, I focused on the flames, letting them grow, feeling the power surge through me. I threw my hands out, and fire shot forward, consuming the enemies in its path. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the flames licking at the night sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

Our desire for each other smoldered over the years, sparking here and there but never getting hot enough to ignite. And then it exploded into a wildfire. The thing about wildfires is they burn bright and they burn hot, but eventually, they die out.

The crackling flames roared like a beast come to life, a wild storm born not of nature but of malicious intent. I leaped into action, trying to put out the fire. I gripped the thick curtain lying on the floor and started hitting the source of the fire with it. My mind raced with possibilities - who would do such a thing? Anger coursed through me, mingling with fear for the secrets now being reduced to ashes. I rushed forward, feeling the heat singe my skin as I desperately searched for any documents that might survive the blaze. The room was an inferno, embers swirling around me like malevolent spirits, and I could hardly breathe.

Every time the flames flicker, I get a shot of adrenaline that intensifies everything I feel. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. as he felt the heat sear his skin, but his grip on me only tightened, fueling the fire between us even more. The danger of our passion only added to the intensity of our connection, making us both crave more of the exhilarating rush. Our searing embrace's seductive charm is only enhanced by the risk. We are both overcome by a primordial passion that burns inside us, and I can't help but lose myself in the moment as the heat of the fire encompasses us. A scorched hug is forged between us as the sound of the crackling flames fills my ears, creating a symphony of want. We are danc

There is nothing to do but turn away now. Half an hour into our steady trot home, my wolf pricks up to a change of scent in the air. It’s burning. We all turn the horses around to see the dark sky lit up. Orange and yellow flames are rising up on the horizon. A huge forest fire is streaking across the valley. /Has Marcus…torched fucking Kallio? Is that his warning?/ /He’s as subtle as a kick in the head./ Lucas agrees. “A fire…fucking hell,” Cesar muses aloud.