Fire Star Novel Novels & Stories

if she was even alive, but there was too much noise from the war around us for me to hear her heartbeat so far away. Jackson’s familiar wolf raced in from behind Nova, and my hand moved to cover my mouth as Cain pulled his arm back and released the ball of fire. Jackson jumped forward, getting between them. The fireball made impact, and he howled in pain as he was consumed by the flames just as the ground opened up and Nova fell into it.

For the first time, the future didn’t feel like a threat. It felt like space. I took a breath and stepped forward into it, no longer running, no longer hiding, no longer burning uncontrolled. Some desires had been forbidden. Some lines had been crossed. And in the end, I learned the truth no system could calculate: Fire doesn’t ruin you. It reveals what you’re willing to fight for. And I finally knew. THE END

“I couldn’t find any other books that mention anything about the Fire God.” I slid my fingers closer, then stopped. My hand hovered over it. Maybe I should wait for the King to open it. I glanced sideways at him. He wasn’t smiling. Right now, his mouth was set, sharper than his eyes. “So,” I said, because silence was worse. “This book takes us where, exactly?” Jaxon looked at me for a long second before he shook his head and answered. “The Fire God’s territory.” My throat tightened. “Is it another planet?” I asked, pursing my lips.

She held a small, crystalline resonance plate that was vibrating with a rhythmic, high-frequency thrum. "It’s not from Astraea, and it’s not from Earth," Maya said, her voice trembling with excitement. "A third signal, Mommy. It’s coming from the Polaris Cluster. It’s a rhythmic call, but the frequency is different. It’s... It’s the First Fire." The revelation sent a shockwave through my Tempered Heart. If the Polaris Cluster held the source of the fire, then our journey was only halfway complete. The pack was no longer just a kingdom or a planet; we were becoming a galactic empire of stone and fire.

Until the bedroom of Cal Steele was engulfed in flames, shining with fire in every corner and every inch. Giro, who could barely summon an ember yet can still remain unharmed around the brutality of the flames, gave Cal a middle finger. But Ansel…he did not so much as flinch as he wrapped his body around Sasha. As if he himself was made of fire and embers, smoke and flames. He is The Firestarter. And today, he just proved to the so-called Alpha Cal that he is more than that—that he is the King of Fire, whose very blood burns with ravishing flames.

Xalvy had her hand on my shoulder and she squeezed it softly as she spoke. Even then, I was reluctant to show her what I was becoming. To make matters worse, I didn't know how to put the flames surrounding my hands out. "Kalama, listen to me, if you were evil, you wouldn't have inherited the Fire Element." Finn's voice sounded very close. My curiosity was winning from my fear. " And you wouldn't have been chosen to be the fif,-" Finn stopped mid-sentence when I lifted my head and looked at him.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Sam teases, nudging me hard in the ribs. I blink, realizing I’ve been caught in a trance. The scene feels so effortlessly masculine and inviting—a group of rugged men laughing, joking, and relaxing after what must have been a long day. One of them is leaning against the edge of the grill, his biceps flexing as he flips the burgers. “Can you blame me?” I whisper back, my cheeks warming. As if sensing our presence, one of the firefighters looks up, his sharp green eyes meeting mine. His lips curl into a crooked smile, and he elbows the guy next to him, who turns to look too.

I only stop the stream of fire when Ember tries to blast me with hers. “Do it, Kenna,” she says, asking me to kill her. “Gladly,” I snarl, sending another concussion bomb of fire and hatred at her and Merellien. She screams falling to the earth as Merellien burns alive on her back. Then, I turn my attention to Nylion who thought it would be a good idea to try and run from me. I send a stream of fire behind him, chasing him as he runs, toying with him the way he toyed with Laiken and Naevys. When I finally tire of playing with him, I light his legs on fire, watching him burn slowly.

Zara The flames didn’t start with a spark. They erupted all at once—roaring, raging, devouring everything in their path. One second, I was standing in the middle of the academy courtyard, and the next, fire leapt from my fingertips, curling around me like a living thing hungry for destruction.