World Fire Novels & Stories

"Fire is memory. It does not forget. And when the world grows silent enough, it returns to finish what was never truly done. This is not the fire of war, but of awakening." It began in the southern skies. A shimmer at first, just a strange glint in the twilight, as if the stars themselves were blinking in anticipation. Then came the heat. Subtle, unnatural. A warmth in the air where none should exist, brushing over desert sands and alpine snows alike.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

“So, let me get this straight. You are about the size of 200 werewolves. You can fly, breathe fire, and nothing can penetrate you. How come the sky isn’t swarming with dragons? Aren’t you the apex predator?” “We are, yes. But that is a long story I’m afraid. One that might be better suited after you know more of the basics. We do have 1 natural enemy though…”. Aiden drawls, before Asher finishes his sentence. “Warlocks and witches”.

Zog finds himself surrounded by fire that was not his own, but which he can control. - Guard my fire. Once we're outside, release Lucifron. As long as I'm around, the flame will burn and when you fly, no one will see you. Zog was smiling. It seemed these vampires didn't know much about dragons and kitsune. They were ancient, and they were so convinced of their powers that they didn't even inform themselves before making decisions. He focused on the fox's fire, and the flames danced red for him.

There is nothing to do but turn away now. Half an hour into our steady trot home, my wolf pricks up to a change of scent in the air. It’s burning. We all turn the horses around to see the dark sky lit up. Orange and yellow flames are rising up on the horizon. A huge forest fire is streaking across the valley. /Has Marcus…torched fucking Kallio? Is that his warning?/ /He’s as subtle as a kick in the head./ Lucas agrees. “A fire…fucking hell,” Cesar muses aloud.

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.

Before Maria could speak again, Morrow shot across the sky like a comet, heading straight toward the fire. The crack in the clouds followed her. Elias grabbed the motorcycle. “We’re going after them.” Maria nodded quickly. They raced toward the burning city as fast as they could. When they reached the outskirts, the scene was terrifying. Buildings cracked from heat. Cars melted. People ran in every direction. And in the center Helios stood glowing like a second sun. His body burned with golden fire. The air around him twisted from the heat. “Look at them run,” Helios said, his voice booming. “They feared war. Now they fear me.”

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.

“Eli. Your… boyfriend. Whatever he is to you. This is because of him. And the people around him.” Before Adrian could speak, Mr. Carter stepped forward. “He needs to go. We’re begging you, son.” “You can’t be serious,” Adrian said, stunned. “We didn’t ask for this life,” he said. “We didn’t ask for firebombed cars and armed threats and paparazzi on our lawn. We’re not cut out for this war. But we’re paying the price.” “Sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do,” Adrian said, desperate.

Ceres (softly): "Then let's start building something that can survive fire. Not just fight it." A distant bell sounds. Smoke rises faintly in the east. Guard (shouting from below): "Flames—on the western watch!" Ceres and Xavier share a look. No words. Just action. Ceres (gripping his hand): "No more ghosts. No more warnings. We answer this. Together." The camera pulls upward. Flames reflect in Xavier's eyes as the horizon bleeds orange. The war has begun to speak with fire. The Warning Beneath the Stone