Firestarter Novel Novels & Stories

The firefighters gave up ground reluctantly to the hungry flames. I woke up thinking a storm was rolling in from the lack of sunshine, the glowing clock casting strange shadows in my darkened room. The sky outside was black with smoke, gray ash falling like desecrated snow. The smell of smoke permeated everything, even when I closed the windows and stuffed a towel under the front door. I stared out the window into the dark sky, wondering where the fire was. The fire danger had been marked extreme for over a month, but even then it was still early in the season for a fire this size. The dry winter and abnormally warm spring had made the entire area a tinderbox ready to burn.

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.

"I don't know what to tell you, Father. I can't even explain it myself. This is supposed to be a coincidence-" "But-" I considered telling him everything. Actually, papa, when I was eight I set fire to Mama's garden with my bare hands. Then I twisted my ankle and it healed almost immediately when long before my first turn. My first turn was not on a full moon, papa. It was the night they took Kara. I burnt the enemy to ashes and my wolf tore the rest to pieces but we could not find her. That is why I hid for months before returning.

"Did you call me a crybaby?" His body rears up, his front legs as high as three men, and flames shoot from his mouth as he... laughs? The idiot is laughing. I notice the lighter shade of his underbelly and fist the hand that is missing a blade. His belly is the kill zone where I will end his miserable life. I look around and see a door about eight feet away. The heat from his laughing fire heats my skin. I run for the door. With all the bad luck I've had it's a miracle that the door opens and I can slip inside.

The scent of burning wood and something else—something unnatural—filled my lungs. Something wasn’t right. I turned to the Gamma. "Has anyone found the cause of the fire?" He shook his head. "Not yet, but it spread too fast. Almost like it was set intentionally." Rage flared inside me. An attack? Here? Now? A scream split the air. I turned just in time to see a section of a burning building collapse, sending sparks flying into the night. One of the warriors barely managed to pull a young girl out of the way before it crushed her.

Lucas rolled on top of her again, already hard once more, spreading her legs with his knee. “Then let’s start the next chapter.” And the fire began again — hot, dirty, and out of control, exactly the way they wanted it. The End.

“Then I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen. He snapped his fingers. And Calista’s body burst into flames under Hellfire.

“You can’t protect her from destiny.” “I don’t need to,” I said. “She’ll decide her own.” My claws tore through his chest. The light in his eyes died instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. The fire flickered and died with him. Cara was still chained. I broke the links easily and caught her as she fell forward. Her body trembled, but her eyes met mine with the same fierce spark I’d fallen for. “I told you not to follow me,” she whispered. “And I told you I wouldn’t listen,” I said.

I gently closed the newspaper and threw it into the blazing fireplace in front of me. The tongues of fire instantly swallowed the paper, swallowing that name and that past soaked in blood and betrayal. "Nothing." I took a sip of coffee, warmth spreading through my body. "I just think the fire is warm tonight." Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, covering the world in white. And my story was just beginning. (The End)

Layla smiled. “Tell that to your family.” The Aducator said, Layla’s smile fell completely, and she could feel her emotions rising to a whole new point. Layla fisted her hands into the ground before letting out an ear breaking scream. Her screamed all her agony. A fire, like never before, shot out of Layla. The Adducator throw her hands up, shielding her from the flames, but the fire just rose and rose as Layla’s emotions fueled them. Layla stepped closer and closer as the Aductor fell to the ground, getting harder and harder for her to protect herself. As Layla stood right in front of the Aducator, her hands fell, and the flames finally touched her. The hear curling scream left her throat a