White Fire Book Novels & Stories

Next, the wings of the book were burning, but it didn't stop as it tried to still get away. “If only I hadn't given up my fire powers—it’s going to get away; she will get away!” Ruby yelled, and it was true as the book kept trying, then Blake and Dante finally got to her, and holding their hands, they opened their mouths, and fire came out of them, shooting straight to the book. I could hear the screams of my mother and other creatures; my head was spinning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone held me back. I looked up and was shocked to see my wife smiling at me.

Every version of Eliana that had ever existed, preserved in the moment of its most intense feeling, turned to stone and placed here, in this field, as offerings or memories or warnings. She reached the center bowl. The fire in it was not orange or red. It was white. Not the white of erasure, but the white of origin. The white of the first light, before colors were invented. And in the fire, something was moving. A shape. A form. A woman, but not a woman. Something that had the shape of a woman the way a flame has the shape of a tongue.

‘So much for gym class! Giving up, Jake stopped heaving and set the book on his lap. “You show up in my life and now you can't open! And I’m talking to a...” He had hardly finished that statement when a low whirring sound filled the toilet followed by what Jake could see was fire. The book opened itself up, its pages flipping madly and at the very centre of it, a fountain of orange flames shot up about three feet in the air. ‘What the fuck!’ Jake quickly grabbed the book by the sides when a rapping came on the door.

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.

Sam teases, nudging me hard in the ribs. I blink, realizing I’ve been caught in a trance. The scene feels so effortlessly masculine and inviting—a group of rugged men laughing, joking, and relaxing after what must have been a long day. One of them is leaning against the edge of the grill, his biceps flexing as he flips the burgers. “Can you blame me?” I whisper back, my cheeks warming. As if sensing our presence, one of the firefighters looks up, his sharp green eyes meeting mine. His lips curl into a crooked smile, and he elbows the guy next to him, who turns to look too.

Deep in my bones, in the heat under my ribs. The child inside me wasn’t ordinary. She was fireborn. And the world had no idea what it was about to face. Lilly By morning, Grey Howl was lit up like a fortress. Cameras scanned every inch of the outer wall, drones buzzed the perimeter, and packs from as far as the Rockies were pinging our secure comms demanding updates.

For some reason, the smoke didn't bother me like it would usually do and even as McKenzie smoked her brown thick sticks ,I found it very alluring rather---yeah maybe the smoke was messing with my head. Speaking of McKenzie, I turned my face to look at her---at some point I had moved to sit between Oliver and Bani on the other couch. My eyes fell on McKenzie's pink lips that wrapped around the cigar and her veiny lower arms as she lit up the cigar with a lighter. For a moment ,all the voices ,laughters and music, everything around me zoned in as my eyes focused on nothing but the woman of my dreams. It was like in slow motion as she inhaled from the stick and Karan said something next to her

“And tonight, I plan to make Santa Barbara unforgettable… starting with you.” I felt my pulse quicken, the heat in my chest spreading like wildfire. “Careful, Marion. You talk about resorts, memories, and me like that… you might just get more than you bargained for.” He leaned back just enough to give a wicked grin. “Oh, I’m counting on it, Wildfire. Every moment… every glance… every taste… all for the record books.” I smirked, trying to mask the shiver running through me. “Well, then, Mr. Whitfield, I guess I’ll have to keep up. Don’t think I’ll let you steal all the memories.”

Only one step separated him from the truth. Then... the White Book began burning. Not with ordinary fire. With brilliant white flames. Words disappeared from its pages one after another. The First Reader's face turned pale. "No..." "Someone is erasing the First Story." Far above the city... a gigantic hand made entirely of black ink emerged from the fractured sky. Its fingers reached toward the White Book. Toward Adrian. Toward both Authors. The dark Adrian's smile vanished. For the first time... he looked afraid. He whispered only four words.

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .