Into The Fire Book Novels & Stories

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

The Archive of Fire was complicated. But it was alive. And it was just beginning.

Sleep vanished immediately from her eyes, she didn't know when she rushed out of bed, but soon she found herself sprinting across the hallways, following Raquel blindly to wherever it was that the fire was happening. The closer she got, the more she could smell the burning books. The smoke was thick in the hallway, filling her lungs and making her cough. Finally, they got there. It was the King's Study and it roaringly with flames. There were guards and servants there though, trying to quenched the fire with water while the guards went in to rescue the King.

I was the daughter of a mafia family who refused an arranged match and fled home on my coming-of-age night. Somehow, I ended up working under him. During a firefight, I had barreled into danger and dragged his bleeding, unconscious body out. I had taken five bullets. When I was sewing my wounds, Simon woke. He leaned back against the wall and watched me for a long time. "Ivina," he called out, smiling at me for the first time. "Why did you risk your life? Do you have feelings for me?" I bit down on the bandage as I wrapped my wound, then looked up at him. "You're my boss. Protecting you is my job."

Walking through the smoke was a girl with short blonde hair and the blue eyes I had locked with just a minute ago. “Heather?” Matt wheezed, but before he could say anything else, she crossed the room. Her fingers extended into claws, and she broke Matt’s cuff. Her face winced, but she never let out a cry of pain. “Come on, this place is not safe!” Alaric yelled as the fire licked the ceiling. I helped Matt stand up, and Alaric threw Matt’s arm over his shoulder, helping him out of the room. The fire crackled around us as we made our way out of the cabin.

“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.

Amelia looked down at the book and she saw the white fire she had walked into at the temple. “That’s it, that’s the white fire which was at the temple,” she exclaimed. “Just as I thought,” Cara replied. “But there’s nothing written about it,” Amelia said. The page only had the picture of the white fire on it but nothing else that could tell them what it was about. “Don’t be too sure,” Cara said. She reached out for a bottle of black ink that was on the table and poured it all over the page of the book. “What are you…” Amelia stopped talking when she saw words starting to appear out of the ink that was on the page. “Woah!” she said in awe.

She blinked back a few tears and nodded. He pushed all else from his mind, focusing on saving more lives, and took off at a trot for the entrance to Great Olympian Hall. But just as he was set to ascend the main steps, a dazzling and terrifying display of light filled the sky. He stepped back to better grasp the spectacle and his mouth dropped. A moving, convulsing snake-like fire had shot straight into the sky as if it were a tornado in reverse. Only this was no natural phenomenon. James’s chest clenched with despair because he knew of only one person or entity capable of creating the devastating fire: Oliver Burton.

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.

--- 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.