Fired Book Novels & Stories

I whispered, slamming the slagged iron down onto the open page of the leather book. The Ledger of the Scar I didn't write a line of text. I used the heat of the molten iron to burn a hole straight through the center of the manuscript. The effect was an instantaneous, systemic shockwave. The valley didn't freeze; it recoiled. The iron Enforcers froze mid-strike, their hydraulic lines locking up as the text that authorized their existence was physically incinerated in the leather book.

Cassian POV The firefighters were able to put out the fire in the library before it burned down the entire building, but between the flames, the smoke, and the water used to put it out, we lost three-quarters of the books. The head librarian, Marianne, was barely able to hold back her tears at the town meeting when we heard the reports. “We weren’t able to find any source for the fire,” our Fire Chief, Taylor, finished, folding his arms. “No accelerants were found, but the way it spread couldn’t have been natural, either.”

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.

"Mr. Stretton, you know exactly why I was fired." Florin froze for a second before smiling. "Ms. Lyttle, let's part on good terms. Your exit paperwork is already complete, so please don't disrupt everyone else's work." I let out a mocking laugh. "Oh? When I was fixing one impossible problem after another, why didn't you say I was disrupting work then?"

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

The goddess must hate me for some reason. Wiping the thought from my mind, my eyes land on the only fictional book in the stack. I am actually a “facts over fiction” kind of girl usually. But, this time, I find myself choosing otherwise. Maybe it’s time for a change. Running my fingers across the cover and staring at the fiery red dragon, I am suddenly reminded of Millie. Goddess, Millie!

I took a step back and adjusted my collar. I said in an indifferent and deliberate tone, “Mr. Zorn. Are you trying to start trouble in the Grandview Group lobby? “Let’s get one thing straight. The people who kicked me out of a Grandview Hotel were Megan’s employees. “The ones who ripped up the contract and destroyed those eco-friendly material samples were Megan and her security guards. “And the ones who called the cops, had me locked up, and threw me in a holding cell for three days was also your party.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Vivian’s voice was filled with terror. I frowned. “Stay out of this, Viv. I’ll sort it out.” “How can I? Are you forgetting that we’re getting engaged soon?” Vivian wailed tearfully. “I—” The noises of a heated argument and sobbing came from outside my office. With a sense of dread hitting me, I swiftly ended my call with Vivian. The moment I stepped out of the office, I was met with the clicking cameras and microphones shoved right in my face. “Hello, Mr. Gordon. I’m with Golden Eye. Have you approved your employee, Cassandra Luckwell’s application for maternity leave yet?”

“Rebekah might join if she sees undeniable proof. But Darius? He’ll wait until it’s too late. He thinks he’s untouchable.” Selene’s jaw tightened. “Let him think that. It’ll make his fall all the greater.” Marcus returned then, a parchment in hand — a scout’s latest report. His face was grim as he handed it over. Selene took it and scanned the contents quickly, her pulse spiking. “What is it?” Kieran asked, sensing her tension. Selene’s fingers tightened around the parchment. “Our scouts near Southwood saw fires last night. Smoke rising from the pack’s center.”