Fire Star Novel Novels & Stories

The night sky blazed like molten gold. Even the stars seemed to vanish as an unnatural light seeped across the horizon. Packs all over the land lifted their muzzles, their howls drowned out by the deafening roar of firestorms crackling in the south. The Solar Wolves had begun. Scene One: The March of Fire

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.

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.

--- The Firestarter Fiona and Darwin were deep in strategy when the explosion ripped through the building. A deafening roar. Glass shattering. Flames erupting. The force sent Fiona flying backward. Heat rushed over her skin, smoke billowing instantly. Her ears rang, the world tilting sideways as she gasped for breath. Darwin was already moving. He grabbed her, yanking her down behind the overturned coffee table as debris rained around them. Thalassa’s voice crackled over the comms, panicked. “Fiona! Darwin! What the hell just happened?!”

I say in return. "Okay Ma'am." I don't bother to look up but I hear their retreating footsteps as they return to whatever is on fire and the clanking and clinging of utensils fills the air. The aroma is so nice, I just know the food will taste fantastic. Distractedly, I hear the mother and daughter whisper amongst themselves in Russian of course. What better way is there to gossip if it's not in a foreign language? I don't hear much but the girl says something and of all things, my ears pick on it and my brain wastes no time in translating it for me faster than it would in normal situations.

He added and left the room. "The ring of fire?" Marise asked, "A fighting circle where the edges it lit on fire." Ramon said, and Marise raised her eyebrow. "That's dumb of her, but good for me!" How is that good for you?" Marise smiles. "I am immune to fire, that's why!" Najla's Pov Today is the day I will take Marise down and claim my rightful place beside Ramon.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

But instead of taking me to the hospital, Tucker drove straight to his apartment. With each moment, my fever spiked, and my condition continued to spiral downward. At last, what little reason I had left crumbled away. I sank into Tucker in the driver's seat, my lips trailing kisses along his neck and just behind his ear. I could feel his Adam's apple bob, his breaths becoming more uneven as the seconds slipped by. Even so, he held his composure, his hands locked around the steering wheel.

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.