The Fire Cat Book Novels & Stories

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

But this time, the hum was different. This time, it wasn’t just the fire I couldn’t stop thinking about. It was her. Ofelia Rosario. All fierce protectiveness and smoke-streaked sass. Even half-dazed, she’d had the presence of mind to bargain for her cat’s safety like it was non-negotiable. Most people in a fire just wanted out. She’d wanted Spitfire out first. The cat had claws, sure—but that girl had teeth. She wasn’t a civilian I’d forget in a day. Not by a long shot.

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir

The little creature had to stay with Claire while I remained at Conrad's. "You're the only one who knows how to comfort me." I reached out and scratched her behind the ear. Her whole body was spread out on the sheets, craning her neck to let me know where to scratch her the most. I laughed at her greed, but I did exactly what she wanted. She didn't treat me like I was dying. To her, I was just Mackenzie, her mistress. "She almost gouged out the guards' eyes when they refused to let me in with her. Despite being domesticated, Fireball can be a very fierce and wild cat. She is both feared and respected. Together, you are an all-time duo." Anna laughed from across the room.

“I couldn’t find any other books that mention anything about the Fire God.” I slid my fingers closer, then stopped. My hand hovered over it. Maybe I should wait for the King to open it. I glanced sideways at him. He wasn’t smiling. Right now, his mouth was set, sharper than his eyes. “So,” I said, because silence was worse. “This book takes us where, exactly?” Jaxon looked at me for a long second before he shook his head and answered. “The Fire God’s territory.” My throat tightened. “Is it another planet?” I asked, pursing my lips.

My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but I ignored them. I reached out. The second my fingers brushed the book’s surface, a violent shudder tore through me. The world around me vanished. Fire. The vision struck hard and fast, like a blade to my mind. I saw flames swallowing the land, smoke choking the sky, the ground trembling beneath the weight of something monstrous. Shadows moved through the fire, writhing, shifting, forming grotesque shapes—creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. Wolves fought against them, their howls lost in the chaos. A battlefield soaked in blood.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

4 Claire was a bubbly cheerful girl. Since her parents weren’t around at the moment, the house was filled with constant laughers. I excused myself when Sebastian and Claire started staring at each other like they wanted to eat each other’s face and I wasn’t in for something X-rated.

Closing her eyes. Cat counted to ten, then twenty. Still not calm, she tried to thirty. She just needed to get home and think and work out her next move, because she had just burnt her bridges here. Laughing, Cat thought she had more than burnt them. She had taken a flame thrower to the bridge and danced on the ashes. “Well Shit!”

Catherine was beyond angry now, and yet her fire was the most glamorous weapon of them all. It flickers with all its honor; maybe that was why she was so delighted with it? The passion along with the welcoming feel of it bestows, but as she approached it deep inside her, it snarls and bites. Everyone she loves could be gone in minutes, because of single mischief. That was why the fire inside her fought for freedom. So warm, so wonderful, so welcoming. The compassionate perfection of fire.