Fire Reign Novels & Stories

They could only watch as I wet the room with the petrol before lighting the fire. I could hear their pleas and screams as I walked away from the fire. "Boom!!!!!!!! I hear the fire sound with the mixture of their screams. I watch from afar as the building completely burns to ashes. Their fears. Their screams. I love hearing them. I am finally pleased. I got my revenge. Screw them in hell. MB.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

She went down on her knees in the dirt beside him, and for a moment she simply held him, the way you hold a thing you are trying to convince yourself is not already gone, and then the fire came. It did not come the way it had come before. Before, it had a purpose. Before, it knew what it was burning and why. This time it had no instructions at all. It simply poured out of her, all of it, every year of fear she had swallowed and every secret she had carried and every ounce of love she had for the man dying in her arms, and it caught the air around her, and it did not stop. Aiden pulled Ella back. Ella was screaming Kelly's name. The wolves on the ridge that had not already fled were fleeing n

“That one, it’s different. It doesn’t come out often. But when it does I can't tell it’s bad.” Mira’s smile faded a little. She looked serious now. “The fire is stronger,” she said. “It’s more dangerous than the lightning. Not just because it burns, but because of what it feeds on.” “What do you mean?” I raised a brow. “It’s tied to your anger,” she said. “But also your pain. Your loss, your rage. The fire in you isn’t just heat, it's emotion made real.” I blinked, unsure of what to say. “So I shouldn’t use it?”

The thought made his stomach churn. “That evil b*tch!” Ceynol roared, his voice cracking with frustration. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. “She doesn’t even realize the extent of her foolishness!” Flames clawed hungrily at the sky, thick black smoke billowing upward. The firefighters they had called were doing their best, but it wasn’t enough. How could it be? This wasn’t just an ordinary fire—it was fueled by volatile chemicals, making it nearly impossible to control.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

They have no idea if anyone was in the buildings and homes that were already burning and, if there were, how many innocent humans Ezra killed. Reid couldn't get close enough to his son; the fire that engulfed his body was too hot. He screamed his son's name, but it fell on deaf ears. Ezra couldn't hear his father; his rage was too loud. It consumed him, building and churning inside like a raging flame. The darkness talked to him like a soothing lullaby, luring him in. It begged him to let it in, and he did. Ezra opened his arms and welcomed it in. His fire rose into the sky, and Addison's shield began flickering as Ezra became more powerful.

The divine fire, that seemed untamed and completely deaf to my frantic commands, raced up the dry stone hill with terrifying speed, sweeping straight toward the wooden boundary watchtowers guarding that guarded the keep's eastern wall. "No! Stop!" I cried out, throwing my hands out to pull the power back, but the flame only roared hotter, turning the stone hill into a wall of blinding, liquid gold fire. Sirens screamed from the high battlements of the keep. Heavy iron bells began to clang wildly across the fortress, and down the mountain trail, the frantic, panicked shouts of pack warriors echoed through the smoke. I stood frozen in the middle of the roaring heat, my hands trembling violentl

Henry's voice was shaking, a raw mix of terror, desperation, and hysteria. In the background, I could faintly hear the pop of gunshots and screams. He roared, his voice cracking, “Madeline, what the hell kind of intel did you give us?!” “The deal with the Colombians went south, they’re killing our guys! You need to get back here and fix this mess!”

The window opened. She went through the skylight. The warehouse floor was cold and vast. She moved along the east wall with the practiced speed of someone who understood that the difference between being seen and not being seen was almost always pace. She reached the east corner staging materials and assessed them rapidly. Not evidence. Equipment. The specific professional equipment of a man preparing a final move. She photographed everything and transmitted it to Lucia. "Sienna." Lucia's voice had shifted. "He was not planning to run. He was planning to burn it. The staging point. Everything connecting him to the network. He was going to disappear into the fire."