Fire Road Book Novels & Stories

As if he was having a hard time with something. He slowly opened his eyes and faced the direction of Gamma Steven and Beta Ivan. “KILL THE FIRE!” he ordered in an authoritative voice. The two bowed their heads in response. They quickly ran to get something to help kill the fire. Then, I saw Beta Ivan driving a truck with a tank of water. Beta Ivan and Gamma Steven started killing the fire. The other pack soldiers run to help the two. When I saw the fire slowly dying, I looked at Clara. I saw her sigh in relief as she buried her face in her hands and cried hard. I approached her direction and hugged her tightly.

She spent five years loving a man who never loved her back. He brought his first love into their home, claimed he was only helping her, and slowly turned cold. One night the house burned. The first love had her tied down and whispered that her husband would save her first. He did. She died in the flames. She wakes on the morning of their fifth anniversary, the same day he once left her for the other woman’s birthday. This time she remembers everything.

She put it into gear and headed up the fire road. It was slow going up the fire road. They were barely roads; just paths cut through the trees for the Park Rangers and fire crews to get in on. If she hadn't put tall tires on oversized rims with a four-wheel drive truck, there'd be no way to go over these trails. After traveling around the hook on the ridgeline she stopped and marked it on the map.

pg. 03 | chapter 2 "We meet again, Amor." • • • "Breaking News! A forest fire was found at a locality close to the Berlinda National Highway Road. It was confirmed that the fire started in the middle of the road with fifteen vehicles engulfed into flames." "The investigators and the police are currently working on the case to find out the cause behind the fire. However, statements from the officials have mentioned that events might have been purposely done to obstruct the project of the President of El Salvador."

I watched in silence as my childhood memories burned. "The small town of Conifer is burning this morning. Fire crews are struggling to contain a wildfire that started late last night off of US-285. Mandatory evacuations via reverse 911 are in full effect for certain divisions of Conifer and the surrounding areas." The scene cut to firefighters in full yellow gear battling the flames.

This world is very harsh, they use others vulnerability to full fill their needs. And after one hour of reckless driving they reach the spot... Nicholas gathered enough courage to face what he is going to face... Please be safe is the only thing he prayed.... When he walk closer, he saw fire Brigade, police and people crowding the place... He excused and move forward... And when he reached in front what he saw drained all his hopes... The car was on fire and fireman are trying to extinguish.. The scene was terrifying and Nicholas without thinking twice move forward..

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

The source of the flames, the torch lay fallen on its side. “Gods, what have I done?!” Mare cried, her eyes wide with panic as she shot forward to retrieve the burning torch. Perci grabbed her and at the same time, the wooden book in his hand slipped between his fingers, landing in the flames. “No!” he screamed. The book may be made from dragonwood but it was not infallible to the flames that began to lick the edges. Perci reached forward to save it, ignoring the rising fire as it consumed the dusty, dried pages of books, gaining more fuel to grow angrier.

I should have known better than to go out day drinking with my friends. But here I am, walking the streets with a group of four giggling girls, hopping from one bar to another, a slight buzz already clouding my judgment. It’s a typical girls’ time out, and we’re having a blast. As we stumble along, laughing and chatting, we pass the local fire station. My heart skips a beat when I spot a group of firefighters gathered outside, not lounging or working out, but having a casual barbecue.