The Fire Inside Book Novels & Stories

“The fire was strange. Unnatural. Like the one you described… the one from when you lost your baby.” The word lost made my chest clench. I gripped the edge of a table so hard a paint jar rolled. It was happening again. Fire. Witch fire. Someone was tying threads together—threads I didn’t have time to unravel. “I need to see it,” I said. “Laila… you’re running out of time.” His eyes lowered to my cheek. “Your face—” “I know!” My voice cracked. “I know, Alex. But I have to drop the book before it consumes me. If I don’t… I die.”

It will shatter my grandfather to know it was destroyed in the blink of an eye. How can I do nothing and leave it all behind to burn to the ground? But then, what can I possibly do to stop it? I look around, watching as the fire licks the pages of hundreds of stories. My favorite novels begin to be swallowed up by flames. I see the children’s book section catching next and imagine all those colorful illustrations melting on the pages. A loud crash close to the front door pulls me out of my spiraling moment, and I snap my head in that direction, wondering if something hit us again. But then I notice that part of the ceiling has fallen in, blocking my closest exit.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

It was physically impossible for me to get up and keep going. “Forgive me for touching you, Donna.” I recognized him as Niccolò. I let out a small gasp in surprise when he picked me up in his arms and ran. I held onto him tightly when I started to hear low explosions. I looked behind him, my eyes widening in horror when I saw the end of the building erupting in flames. It kept going, one explosion after the other, like a domino effect, and colored the night sky with orange flames.

My gaze drifted to the desk in the corner of the room where General Caldert’s brown journal rested, worn-out and untouched. The urge to open it and read it again overwhelmed me. Answers waited there. Truths I hadn’t yet faced. Then memory slammed into me just as hard. The seal. The blinding pain. The way darkness had swallowed my sight the instant I read the very first line— I was the fire… My fingers curled into my palm, and flecks of flame sparked to life between them, dancing restlessly against my skin. I clenched my hand tighter, forcing the fire down before it got out of hand.

Chapter 172 is the fire that burns in the dark, steady, unyielding, and impossible to extinguish. ​Julian tightened the last bolt on the frame with a sharp, resonant CLICK. Yusuf heaved the oilcloth crate onto his shoulder to meet the morning couriers, and Ibrahim stood beside the table as the first light of day filtered through the frost-rimmed grate. ​The press creaked, the chalk marked the slate, and the fire spread onward into the fog. ​Where would you like to take Chapter 173 next?

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

With the way the fire monster had acted, it almost seemed like he wanted me to read something from the book. Suddenly everywhere became hot which made my pulse quicken and the book fall out from my hand, the fire monster was here. Prickly heat formed on my forehead before dropping onto the floor. Slowly my entire body became consumed by the heat. I stretched my hands in front of me but there wasn’t fire anywhere, it was more internal than external and I didn’t even know which was worse at this point. I felt something come up from behind me but when I turned in hysteria there was nothing behind me.

WARNING-the content of this book is VERY graphic and VERY dark. Do NOT read if you cannot stomach graphic violence or explicit intimacy. HYACINTH (AGE 15) "Daddy!" I sputtered and coughed in the upstairs hallway, lungs already dangerously full of smoke. The fire crackled all around us-my childhood home going up in flames.

I had thought that it would burn me – taking a peek at the two women who were with me, they were back away from the fire, Leah patted the small flame that got on her pants, Lyv helping her put it out. I could still feel the heat, but what was odd was that the flames didn’t burn me. I lowered my hands slowly, looking at the book – now burning yet the pages were intact. My heart beat fast as I walked back to the podium. I blink, there was something new. I blinked again. I rubbed it, feeling the sting I had felt when Leah brought me to Neverwhere.