Fire Road Book Novels & Stories

Nicholas' witch was muttering spells under her breath trying to stop Ruby from whatever it was she was doing but that just seemed to make the fire to grow higher and spread wilder, scaring Ruby more than she already was. "What's happening to me?! Somebody help!" That was when Clara and Van Langston finally came in. The fire that the brunette created was already weakening Nicholas, so all Clara had to do was push him a little farther towards the brink of death and Emmett came in to finish the job. Van, noticing the situation Ruby was in, vamp-sped towards her, trying to avoid getting burned to death before he finally was by her side. He held her close before vamp-speeding back to their so-cal

“The fire protects you, yes, but these ruins… they won’t. Others will come. They’re drawn to it, too.” Evelynn nodded, rubbing her arms as the cool night air brushed against her skin. The fire in her veins still pulsed, warm and alive. It felt… steady now. Contained. But it hummed like a warning. “Then where do we go?” Aiden hesitated, jaw tight. “There’s someone who can help. An elder. One of the first humans to study the wolves. They’ve seen what the fire can do—and what happens if it’s left unchecked.”

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.

Roy is trying his best to reach the president and the woman he loves, but he doesn’t know if he could make it. Roy doesn’t even know if he could escape the fire himself since he’s quite deep in the mansion. The wildfire starts to reach him, the man is suddenly taken back by a familiar voice behind him.

I choke out. I clench my teeth so hard that my jaw slowly pulses with pain. I squint my eyes and take one deep breath before getting on the motorcycle. I grab onto the back of the cross seat and wait for us to get moving. “Is life unkind to you?” he asks with raised eyebrows, glancing over his shoulder at me. When I don’t respond, he grabs my hands and wraps them around his waist. “Don’t let go,” he orders, looking ahead, then puts his hands on the steering wheel. These are the last words I hear from him. The next moment, he fires up the engine and pushes off with his foot, setting the motorcycle in motion. The squeal of the tires makes me shiver. The boy makes a sharp turn, brushing

He was a mess himself as he looked at the messy fire in front of him with blank eyes. Everything was just like a movie. Everything was happening in slow motion. The fireman was trying to stop the fire that came from Chloe's car. They all came down the cliff and found the car and trees around there were on fire. The fall from the top was so bad that her favourite car couldn't be called a car anymore. It was some scrap of steel. Nothing was there in the car. It was in that bad shape. And after the fall from up there, it's impossible for anyone to be saved.

RAY I could feel the heat and see the flames flickering in my vision. The fire was spreading and I thought maybe this was the day I was finally going to take my last breath. The smoke was vastly limiting what I could see. I could hear somebody crying out for help. I followed the sound to the source. There was a young man barely out of his teens trembling with fear who looked too much like me. That was when I knew that was ME. This was the day if the accident that I caused with my stubbornness that led to the death of my parents . I'm running, my heart pounding in my chest. I can hear the crackling of flames, the sound of shattering glass. I try to scream, but my voice is muffled. I see my pa

Down the east path. Snow crunched beneath my boots as flames came into view through the trees. The car was unrecognizable. Metal twisted inward like it had tried to fold around whatever was inside. Fire consumed the interior. Glass had melted into warped edges. My men stood at a distance, uncertain. “No bodies recovered,” one said quickly. “Too much damage.” I walked closer despite the heat. The smell hit first, burned fuel, burned leather. Burned— I stopped myself. No, If she had been inside—

Chapter 172 is the fire that burns in the dark, steady, unyielding, and impossible to extinguish. ​Julian tightened the last bolt on the frame with a sharp, resonant CLICK. Yusuf heaved the oilcloth crate onto his shoulder to meet the morning couriers, and Ibrahim stood beside the table as the first light of day filtered through the frost-rimmed grate. ​The press creaked, the chalk marked the slate, and the fire spread onward into the fog. ​Where would you like to take Chapter 173 next?

His expression was deadly serious. “Everyone out. Now.” The fire wasn’t huge yet. But it was spreading. Fast. Much too fast. My chest tightened. This wasn’t an accident. I knew it immediately. Someone had done this. Someone wanted something destroyed. Or someone wanted us scared. Outside, emergency vehicles arrived. Red and blue lights flashed everywhere. People gathered across the street. Watching. Whispering. Recording videos. The entire bookstore glowed behind us. Firefighters rushed inside. Smoke poured from broken windows.