Little Fires Everywhere Novels & Stories

She fell to the floor and I looked back at Trevor. “Was the pain spell all you had?” The whole room had quietened down and everybody was gathered around us, wolves on my side and witches on his side. The green flames on his hands turned red and I laughed. I didn’t even need to say anything. The blue flames started at my fingertips and spread up my hands, overtaking the green flames. The witches all took a step backwards and I could smell their sudden fear. “Whoa! Time out!” Jessica said loudly as she stepped between us. “I leave for ten minutes and you bring out the party tricks?” Trevor’s flames had disappeared as the blue flames fully engulfed me. Jessica looked at me and I lowered my hand

Smoke curled into the night sky. Lily gasped, her knees giving way. “No. No, no, no…” Atlas caught her as sirens wailed in the distance. She stared in horror. “He’s not just trying to ruin me anymore,” she whispered. “He’s trying to erase me.” “When the fire burns everything down… what’s left is the truth.” Fire trucks howled through the night, painting the street in flashing red and white as Lily stood frozen on the pavement, staring at the flames devouring her dream.

They became feral infernal soldiers, their bodies ablaze with flames no water could extinguish, their very existence a curse on the land. These infernals rampaged through the streets, burning everything in their path—buildings, trees, people. Their screams were no longer human but guttural howls that echoed through River’s shattered streets. Mothers clutched their children as they fled blindly, desperate to escape the flames and the monsters. Some who tried to flee were caught by the ash and succumbed, their bodies becoming one with the fiery hive. The streets were filled with a madness that even the most hardened soldiers couldn’t contain.

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

Danny This entire day, this entire shift has been hectic from the moment we stepped foot in the firehouse. From the calls to the paperwork to my firefighters but despite all of that, it wasn’t any of those things that were keeping me up tonight. There was only one thing that was on my mind, one person on my mind and she was on the other side of my doors fast asleep just like everybody else. Malia Dawson, the one and only. She’s been on my mind all goddamn day and it’s been bugging the fuck out of me.

Out of nowhere, deafening explosions, one after another, rumbled the earth. Callie screamed when she almost toppled over the ledge. She would have fallen over if Vin hadn’t caught her in time. With his arm around her waist, holding her steady, Callie managed to regain her bearings. “W-What’s going on?” Callie cried out, her ears still ringing from the noise. When she turned to Vin, his eyes weren’t on her, they were fixed on the horizon, and in them, Callie saw the raging flames. “I think someone’s trying to recreate the Great Burning.”

“But once you tell Lucian that you’re a big, fat liar, he'll drop whatever fantasies he has of getting back together with you.” “And if I don’t agree?” I narrowed my eyes. Did she really think that I was just going to do everything she said? That was preposterous. She slowly uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. She fixed me with a cold, terrifying look. “Here’s the thing about fires, Elena,” she said, enunciating each word. “They can start…anywhere. At any time. Just…poof.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that.”

I said. His mouth did something. Almost a smile. "Summons," he said. "Understood," I replied. It happened. That was the difference. Before I begged, explained, bled for every inch. Now the world has moved. I stepped back. The wind changed. Smoke hit my nose. Signal fires. One. Then two. Then five. Then I lost count. They lit up the horizon like stars. Angry ones. War didn't need announcing. It needed witnesses. Ares was watching the fires. Then me.

She took the 1956 Ledger and wrote on the first page of the new volume: LESSON ONE: THE FIRE IS NOT THE ENEMY. THE FIRE IS THE POINT. The Year Two began with a "Forbidden" engineer and an "Ice" Tycoon’s granddaughter sitting on a beach in Ghana, watching the stars dance. They weren't dancing in a perfect circle anymore. They were dancing in a chaotic, beautiful, and entirely "Permitted" rhythm.

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.