Little Fires Everywhere Novels & Stories

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

I will never know. Teresa looked at me directly. "Don't get me wrong, I also don't want you to be queen," I smiled, her usual behavior was back again. Suddenly the flames from the fireplace began to die out. I got up from my seat and fed the crackling flames a piece of firewood and a whiff of smoke flew out. All my thoughts flew back to the blazing fires when the rogues and vampires ravaged the small town and temple. Hissing and crackling amidst the tranquil nights, the flames raced up to devour everything in its path. Alongside the disaster were the vampires and rogues responsible for a lot of deaths.

She waved one last time at Calix before Charlie turned the engine on and they started driving toward the shadows of Knoxville—toward a man who burned bodies, and maybe a few truths that hadn’t yet been turned to ash. One piece at a time.

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.

The dry grass crackled in the evening breeze. Pale green streaks at the base of the stems were all that showed it was alive, struggling against the heat of the summer sun and a rainless afternoon. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but the clouds refused to release their water. A large sign with a bear in a hat declaring the fire danger “extreme” glared out over the road. A car sped by, the taillights fading into the setting sun. A red glowing cigarette ember flicked out of the open window, landing on the dark asphalt. It rolled gently, swirling in odd circles until finally resting on the edge of the road. The parched breeze puffed, pushing the small glowing light into the grass. It only took

The ground beneath their feet was scorching, and the constant sound of bubbling lava created a tense atmosphere. As they surveyed their surroundings, the sheer hostility of the environment became apparent. The Fire Realm was a place where survival was a constant struggle. Yet, they pressed on, knowing that their mission was critical to preventing the emergence of the God Giant Statue of the Destroyers. They had not traveled far when they encountered the first of the realm's denizens—creatures of fire and brimstone that seemed to blend seamlessly with their surroundings. These fire creatures, born from the molten rivers and volcanic craters, were formidable adversaries. However, Elara’s maste

His body was charred by the fire. I pulled him into my arms. ​"Lucas! Look at me! We won!" I began to shake him. ​Lucas slowly opened his eyes. His irises were now a pale grey. He grabbed my hand. "Sophia... the gas... if it mixes with the air, everyone will die... you... you have to seal it..." ​"How?" I panted.

Sometimes you have to burn everything down to build something better. He lost his license. I lost my family. We lost respectability and normalcy and any chance at a conventional life. But we found each other. And in the end, that's all that matters. Some things are worth burning for. He was my wildfire. And I'd burn again. Every single time. --- THE END Final Author's Note to Reader (Sloane's voice):

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

Outside, the flames of the torches guttered in the wind, and the pack whispered about the fire they’d seen behind that locked door. Inside, Jasmine lit another match. And burned the world down.