Fire Road Book Novels & Stories

The rider felt fear so deep his hands that gripped the handlebars shook intensely, he just couldn't bear the thought of losing her. The flames were blazing as Scar dismounted his bike in a hurry, the rest of the riders were close behind him and were picking up Myers without a second thought, leaving Scar to search the lot for his girl. Men and woman stood looking at the flames in sadness, some with tears in their eyes but that didn't phase Scar. He needed to know where she was. Though, that was when Scar took a good luck at the great inferno. It was Lani's shop.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

"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.

But when I see the title of the first book on top, I gasp and rush towards it. Absent-mindedly, I sit on the chair and bring it closer to the desk. My hands shake. Why do they shake? I pick the book which makes a bubble of emotions burst in me. "Gone with the wind." by Margaret Mitchell stares right back at me in its red hardcover beauty. My fingers trail each letter of the title as I stare in amazement. I open the book and a note falls from it to the table.

Others carried charts. The argument had split along epistemic lines. — Selene visited a guaranteed zone unannounced. No alarms sounded. The systems adapted. She walked streets where no one hurried. Where schedules aligned without effort. A man smiled at her without recognition. For a moment, she envied him. — In a non-aligned town that night, a fire broke out. Buckets were passed. Decisions shouted. Someone was burned. Someone else was saved. The story spread slower than data. But it spread.

Later that night, in the solitude of her journal, Sophia wrote: Today, I watched a girl step into the space I once occupied— Trembling. Raw. Brave. And I realized… The fire I carry didn’t dim when I shared it. It spread. Chapter 58: First Stop, First Spark Three months later, the journey began. The first leg of The Fire We Share tour rolled out—not in luxury, but in purpose. Their white sprinter bus wasn’t glamorous, but it was home on wheels. Shelves lined with donated books. Warm golden lights overhead. And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir:

The low hum of a group organized. We found them. Not all of them. Not yet. But enough to see a pattern. A fire burned in the circle. A robed figure spoke in a voice like gravel. The rogues listened. They obeyed. I signaled back. We had what we needed. We had knowledge. We also had a risk. Before I could make the call, a twig cracked beneath my boot. One of the rogues looked up. His head turned my way like a tide noticing the moon. He howled. The circle rose.

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.