In The Fire Book Novels & Stories

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

--- Chapter 19: The Memory of Fire The fire began with a whisper. A single spark in the server room—silent, almost reverent—before the flames unfurled across steel and glass, licking their way through the laboratory like a reckoning. The chemicals hissed as they caught, feeding the blaze with everything that had been hidden. Smoke rose in slow spirals, curling through the air like it had come to collect what the past was too cowardly to keep. Isla didn’t move.

Chapter 13 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… Darkness surrounded me and the screaming of the wind filled my ears. The ground shook beneath my feet, cracking with each step I took. My flaming fingertips trailed along the walls of the building next to me, catching it on fire with ease. Inside, I was filled with more pain and anger than humanly possible. Terror woke me from my nightmare, and I sat up screaming. Looking down at myself, I jumped out of the bed as I realized I was on fire. “Fuck! No!” I shook my hands, as if I could shake out the fire.

Xavier laughed as he fell into a pile of autumn leaves, pulled by a boy with glowing fingers and muddy boots. Lena's name was etched into a skybridge in the capital, not in marble, but in flowering vines. And at the heart of it all: The fire. Not as a crown. Not as a curse. But as a reminder. Maera's Voice (from the Book) "She was not born to rule. She was not meant to die. She was called too young, made too old, And still… she chose. Not flame. Not throne. But life. And when the world burned,

Marco sat at his oak desk in the sprawling library, his fingers lightly tapping the polished surface. The room was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting a golden hue over the dark wood and leather-bound books lining the shelves. A man stood before him, stiff and slightly nervous—Felix, the ever-efficient right eye of Marco’s operations. Marco’s sharp gaze lifted to Felix, signaling him to speak. "Just as you ordered, I got some information about the fire incident," Felix began, his voice calm but cautious. "It occurred due to a gas leak in the kitchen."

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.

and for a last selfish wish I prayed for peacefulness of mind before the end struck. Opening my eyes wide, I saw nothing but fire. This was nonsense, nothing I'll ever come up with is going to save this night. Savoring the rich sip of fluid fire that was now devouring me all trough and trough, I started to understand the point it was making; it was not going to stop. Never.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

It was physically impossible for me to get up and keep going. “Forgive me for touching you, Donna.” I recognized him as Niccolò. I let out a small gasp in surprise when he picked me up in his arms and ran. I held onto him tightly when I started to hear low explosions. I looked behind him, my eyes widening in horror when I saw the end of the building erupting in flames. It kept going, one explosion after the other, like a domino effect, and colored the night sky with orange flames.