Fire Star: Book Novels & Stories

My fingers twitched, wanting to reach for him, to pull him closer. “That’s what I thought.” He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth descended, claiming mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hungry, demanding, full of a banked fire I hadn’t known he possessed. His lips were soft, yet firm... pressing... exploring... His tongue, hot and insistent, swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting the whiskey, the desperation, the unspoken longing. I moaned, a soft, involuntary sound, and leaned into him, letting the chair creak beneath me. His hand left my jaw, moving to the nape of my neck, holding me steady as he devoured my mouth. I tasted him too, and it was intoxicating.

Never-the-less, Oliver took a deep, steadying breath and imag- ined exactly what he wanted the flames to do. For him, in this moment, time seemed to slow infinitesimally as the fire began to build and grow to encompass his body completely. With a strength of will, he pushed them from his skin and the flames swirled around him as if they intended to create a wall of destruction about their master. The raging fires convulsed and grew, sucking in the flames from the dorms through broken windows like a monster devouring its prey. Faster and faster, the wall of fire swirled and built until finally

Nora asked. "Yeah, what about it?" Alice asked. "When my dad got to the scene, he found the car in flames and few officers were hurt," she said. Alice was shocked. "Jesus!" She screamed. "It's terrifying," Nora sighed. She decided to change the subject. "How are the boys? Are they awake?" She asked. Alice nodded, still trying to recover from her shock. "Let's go in then," Nora said and walked into the hospital. Alice dragged her feet lazily behind her. She was still immersed in her thoughts that she wasn't focused on her surroundings. She accidentally bumped into a man.

As the little bell on top of the door rang out a sweet tune, both Lani and Blake twisted around expecting another package but were instead faced with Jax' angered face. "Jax? What's wrong?" Lani asked. "The feds, they're here." "What?" Blake said with his face etched in confusion, "What'd they want now?" "They're here to snoop around, they know about the fire and they want to know what happened," Jax spoke in a bored tone. "What? The fire that happened nearly a month ago? I call bullshit," Blake laughed as he placed more paint in Lani's hair. She giggled shortly before returning her attention back to Jax, "He's right, there's nothing to investigate," Lani added.

The fire on the beach had died down and all that remained were the glowing embers, and the remains of the charred woman, roped to the stake. Faye looked down. She was wearing a long white dress and her feet were bare as she walked over the burning embers, her arm outstretched to touch the woman’s blackened face. Her eyes were open. ‘Help me, ’the woman whispered, as hot blood flowed from her mouth, over Faye’s hand. ’Please help me. ’

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.

“Something real. Not a memory of a party or a name of a person we both hate. Tell me something you see right now.” I looked around the room. I saw the way the firelight danced on the gold leaf of the book spines. I saw the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, silent stars. I saw the way the shadows made him look younger, softer. “I see the fire,” I said, my voice low and melodic. “It’s dying down to embers, a soft, glowing orange. It looks like the heart of a mountain. And the books… they look like a city of paper, all standing at attention, waiting for someone to listen to them. And I see a man who is far more than the darkness he’s been handed.”

I sighed and sat on the bench watching Kia shoot all the jars perfectly andstarted jumping around gushing about how great he was. He ran up to me with sparkling eyes and I just rolled mine. “You can go.” I said in a teasing voice and he bolted out of there, leaving me to chuckle. I look the book and looked at it. Flipping through the pages, one catches my attention. It's a fire related technique. I looked around and no one was there. We moved to a much more descreet location since after what happened last time.

Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command. It started small—a flicker, a spark in the underbrush near the nearest scout. Panic sparked in his eyes as the fire licked toward him, hungry, alive. Another step, and a second burst ignited, precise, deliberate, a warning turned weapon. Serena realized with a cold, sharp thrill: she was no longer prey. She was predator. The moment came suddenly—a scout lunged, and instinct overtook thought. Her hands exploded with controlled fire, a wave that threw him backward, screaming. The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation.

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?