Spark City Novels & Stories

He jumps off the truck and walks over to me, dumping another bag before my feet. "I think this place's gonna be fun,Harden"He said, licking his lips. Seth was always the energetic one, always full of the spirits. "There's this club out of town. Every Friday! Lots of human girls go there. Every Friday night, Hardin" Shaking my head at him,I picked up the bag and replied "quote that 'human girls' Seth. And you better keep it down in your pants" and turned towards the house. "Keep what in my pants?"He asks,arms spread wide in confusion.

It was as if what Sella was doing would not have any effect on the group of people who had an interest there. “I think we should meet and talk more often, Grace,” Cristine said, patting the elegant woman of the night on the shoulder. “You're right. And I'm quite curious about Bryan's explanation about the resort. Papa, you heard about it, right? Should we own one of the resorts that Bryan is building?” “That's not a bad idea, Grace.” Edgar laughed. “How about we schedule a visit there? Would you mind, Bryan?” Bryan smiled broadly. “Why would I mind? I'd be honored to welcome your visit. I'll show you some beautiful spots to relax and enjoy your time at Hongdu Beach.”

Spark—a power made from machines and stolen energy, designed to mimic the light I carried in my blood. ​"Targets confirmed," the lead guard said through a metallic speaker. "Engage and neutralize." ​The first guard lunged. He moved faster than a machine that size should be able to move. His red blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of heat that singed the stray hairs on my arm. I didn't have a weapon, but I didn't need one.

The Spark was a recognition of the other half of one’s soul inhabiting another body. When he’d been a child, the concept seemed saccharine. However, his parents were Spark mated. They still lived happily in their own piece of the sithen, having chosen to hand over the throne after nearly a millennial reign. Jayce tried to find some equilibrium as he flopped onto the couch and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jayce…” Tobin started, breaking the awkward silence. “What happened?” Jayce opened his eyes and took in the unusually grave Tobin and Beckett with his wicked grin.

Mark suggested amidst the laughter. "Yes, indeed. We have a wedding to plan," Gideon teasingly added. "Enough of this nonsense. It is a simple event." Spark explained angrily. "Yet, it is still a wedding," Chad retorted joining in on the laughter. "You know what, I'm leaving," Spark declared, preparing to exit, but then he paused, turning towards Chad with tears in his eyes. He rushed forward, embracing him tightly. "Come on, Spark, you are too old for this," Chad said, lightly tapping Spark's back.

Kassian Léon The plane takes off. The roar of the engines, the push against the back, then near silence. The city lights recede, become a carpet of fireflies, then disappear beneath the clouds. She looks out the window, fascinated, her breath forming a slight mist on the glass. — It's beautiful, she says. — Yes.

It was a message from Ezekiel. Ezekiel: I am outside your house right now. Please let’s talk. I gnashed my teeth and replied quickly. Nyla: What do you want to talk about? Ezekiel: It’s not something to be spoken on the phone, please. I am restless and I want to talk to you badly. I sighed softly. Nyla: I don’t want to talk to you. Go home, Ezekiel. There was no response. I thought maybe he had given up. I kept my phone aside and covered myself up, ready to sleep.

- Emory - The night sky stretched endlessly above us, stars twinkling like distant lanterns. The pack’s celebration was in full swing—howls, laughter, and the pounding of drums echoed through the clearing. Fires blazed brightly, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of my pack. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, sweet berries, and the unmistakable energy of relief and hope. I found myself standing at the edge, watching the scene unfold. My heart swelled with pride, but beneath that, a persistent relief that I couldn’t quite contain. We had survived. We had fought through darkness and betrayal, and tonight, we celebrated life—our life—as one.

I didn’t have to look to know there would be dark ashy patches over my hips and along the bottom of my belly where I’d overheated my organs enough to nearly kill myself. Having the power of the Spark should’ve been a blessing based on the lore. It’s not. It’d always proven to be anything but. It made men I didn’t want lust for me. And made it confusing to determine if ones I did want truly desired me, or just lusted because of my power. And the heat I could generate from the flames inside me should’ve protected me, instead they hurt me more than anyone else. Making it improbable to use it efficiently. Without killing my fool self.

she chuckled. Rico walked away from her, his hands on his face. “What’s up?” She chuckled nervously, walking closer. “Uh, not much, just that you’ve made like my year, with this…” “Oh come on,” she blushed, “Now you sound just like Ryan. I just agreed to come work for you. What’s the big deal about that?” “You agreed to come work for me and that means we get to start working on what is definitely going to be the greatest tv show ever, The Spark,” he stated like it was a well-known fact.