Little Fires Everywhere Novels & Stories

Laughter, faint but real, drifted out from behind the glass. They thought they were safe. But fire doesn’t die. It waits. And I was done waiting. Tonight, I lit the first match.

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.

"It's over!" As Fierce Tiger witnessed the fiery chaos unfolding before him, he realized the gravity of the situation and screamed in alarm. He quickly shouted into the intercom, "Run! Find a safe place to hide!" The unexpected scale of the attack caught him off guard. Panic ensued over the intercom. "Fire is everywhere! Where do we hide?" "Oh no, we'll die for sure!" "Brothers, fend for yourselves!" With a deafening roar, the fireballs struck the ground, igniting the methane gas and causing a series of explosive flames. The heat waves surged over the area, leaving Fierce Tiger's men in agony as they suffered numerous casualties.

*Tanner* The air was thick with smoke, acrid and stinging my eyes. I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the flames consume the pack house with a ferocity that mirrored my own rage. It was a chaotic display, flickering orange tongues licking at the night sky, casting ominous shadows of despair over the land we had fought so hard to protect. Memories wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud—celebrations of our unity, laughter echoing through the halls, a sanctuary we built brick by brick, now reduced to ash.

Downtown. My pulse kicked up. After the warehouse fire, those words had their own weight. He’d told me once, quietly, that big fires weren’t just about the flames, they were about the chaos. About how fast things could go wrong, how easy it was for someone to miss a step, for a floor to give way. I typed out a reply with shaky thumbs. Carolina: Be careful. Please. Text me when you can. The little “delivered” notification appeared, but there was no response. Just the faint glow of my phone screen against the dim room.

Estevan stopped and was trying to identify the smell. “Gas,” Amethyst said as all their eyes locked at each other. “Fvcking hell,” Larisa uttered firmly before the fire started in every corner of the place. “I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU, I SWEAR!” Estevan shouted when the fire began to eat them. “We have to do something or else we will die here!” Larisa exclaimed. “See? We don't even have to go there. I will give them the hell they deserve,” Rio uttered while watching the Gabriels and the Clybornes inside, getting burned by the extreme fire.

The flames dance in Audrey's eyes, reflecting the fiery determination that consumes her. With a swift motion, she ignites the lighter, the flickering flame casting an eerie glow on her face. Paul's cries grow louder as Audrey's grin widens, the fire catching the gasoline-soaked floor with a roar. The inferno consumes the cottage, the crackling flames a testament to Audrey's unwavering quest for justice and revenge. Kalix and Sean arrive at the cottage, their hearts racing as they witness the colorful flames dancing within. The sight of Paul's parked car outside confirms their suspicions, and the sounds of screams and curses echoing from inside send a chill down their spines.

They finally got settled packed their stuffs inside and rested. The faint sun set and the cloudy sky turned dark like it was beaconed to do so. The ground was so cold like rainfall dropped, but that was due to the nature of the site. In their different tents, they were seen discussing and chatting over topics of their different choices. In the boy's tent, Ekaris brought up the topic, trust him, it had to do with Enola. At some point, Clinton was wondering what obsession he has with the girl. He obviously knew there was some act of jealousy on the side of Ekaris. He kept the thought to himself. He didn't say much, he did more of listening as Ekaris was busy pouring out his disgusting and self

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

He went to the black market and hired a crew of mercs with a reputation for cruelty. He didn’t want Lucy to have a quick death. He wanted her to suffer. One night, as a torrential rain poured down on New York, Lucy was finally cornered. After a week of desperate hiding, the mercs trapped her in a dark, wet dead-end alley. Her once pretty, innocent face was now a mask of terror and despair. She tried to buy them off with her body and her money, but these were killers for hire. They weren’t interested. Bang! Bang! Bang!