The Fire Cat Book Novels & Stories

A cat blinked at me from a stack of poetry. “Looking for anything specific?” the old lady asked. “Something old,” I said. “Something rare. Italian. About rebirth. Survival.” She nodded, and twenty minutes later she brought out a first edition—“La Fenice: The Phoenix.” It was a story of pain, death, and rebirth. The tale of a girl who burned in the fire and rose stronger. The cover was worn leather, gold-pressed lettering. Inside, hand-stitched. I opened the last page and tucked in a pressed lily. Katarina favorite flower.

“You’re mine. My Luna. My fire. My queen.” “I want another,” I whispered. His pace faltered. “Another what?” “Pup. Tonight. Give me another.” He slammed into me with a growl that split my soul. And I screamed his name until the walls shook. Lily The flames didn’t die with the dawn. They grew. By morning, the forest bordering Grey Howl smoldered in a ring of supernatural fire—protective, ancient, and untouchable. Logan slept peacefully in my arms, but I could feel it in him…

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

These records held the history of the pack—wars fought, blood spilled, betrayals buried. And somewhere within them was the truth about that night. She ran her fingers over the spines of the books, searching. The elders had always been careful about what they revealed, but secrets had a way of leaving traces. A sound behind her made her stiffen. “You always did prefer digging into things better left alone.” Selene didn’t turn. “And you always did prefer sneaking up on people, Liam.” His chuckle was soft as he stepped closer. “Old habits.” She pulled a book from the shelf, flipping through the pages. “What do you want?”

As one of my best books, I never stopped reading it and to my younger self, it felt very useful, although many thought of it as fiction. Maybe I did too, until now that I wanted it to actually be real. “Virellion Thasra - Awaken from slumber, little one and breathe again. Come closer to the binding light and feel the life in front of you. Don't fade away.” I whispered in a low voice. The cat purred gentler, as it tried to open its eyes now. “Catlythr Thasra!” I shouted, my hands now spread wide to the air as I gazed at the sky.

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I could only whimper, my face buried in the pillow. Finally, the fingers withdrew, leaving behind a raw, burning sensation. Then I felt it, Rylan’s cock, pressing against my entrance. It was massive, a blunt, unyielding force. He pushed, slowly at first, then with more determination. The pain was excruciating, a tearing, ripping sensation that made me cry out, a strangled sound that was half sob, half scream. It felt like he was splitting me in two, and my ass was burning... stretching... tearing...

It looked like it had been burnt, like someone had painted thick ash on the wall. My mind flashed back to the illustration in the book in section 16B of the library. That was me. Fire just shot out of my arm. Leo laughed to soften the mood. “Well, I know who I am never sparring with. Am I right?” Ronan slapped the back of his head. “Not the time.” “What?” Leo protested, rubbing the back of his head. “Our sister can shoot fire out of her fingertips. Are we going to disown her or something?”

I sighed and sat on the bench watching Kia shoot all the jars perfectly andstarted jumping around gushing about how great he was. He ran up to me with sparkling eyes and I just rolled mine. “You can go.” I said in a teasing voice and he bolted out of there, leaving me to chuckle. I look the book and looked at it. Flipping through the pages, one catches my attention. It's a fire related technique. I looked around and no one was there. We moved to a much more descreet location since after what happened last time.

Yet I ate it raw, blood and all. What about the strange things I saw on my way there? So freaking disgusting. "Easy for you to say," Kate muttered, pulling her blanket tight around her neck as Fenrir finally struck a match, a warm, bright orange fire crackling to life between us. We sat around the flames, the heat melting the cold chill from our bones. Kate opened her journal again, and the light of the fire reflected in her wide eyes as she looked at the notes she had taken from Fenrir's earlier explanation.