A Is For Arson Novels & Stories

"The problem started with the location of the alpha's home and the expansion of it. Not to mention there was an orphanage nearby." "I agree!" one elder snapped. "Noble life was lost for the sake of some orphans—" "We're well aware of how you feel. Refrain from changing the topic," Levi cut in, voice like a blade. "Don't forget the reports from your own investigators—this was arson. Targeted arson. I called in troops of my own. They came to the same conclusion. So there's no doubt: someone set the fire intentionally." Dante's father bristled. "W–who would set fire to the alpha's home?!"

Once they received the all-clear to enter the building, all trace of illegal weapons would disappear. It was arson, of course, and he had no doubt who’d done it. He was actually surprised it had taken Peretti three days to fire the first volley in their war for possession of Mia. There wasn’t even a need to speculate who was behind the burning, since Aldo had texted him a picture of a match, along with the message of “burn, baby, burn.” He’d received it a few

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

The combustion of the wooden cabin causes the fire to spread faster despite it, being covered with the dense snow. Nervous. Anxious. Stress. Aracelli can’t find her way out of their room; burning room. Someone help me, she cried for herself. “Aracelli!” someone shouted making her feel expectant. She stepped forward only to catch fire. Her pinky finger was slightly burned. The voice keeps on calling her name.

I shout at Misha, my voice elevated to overcome the deafening roar of the fire. Misha turns to me, his face grim. “Ivan’s bookstore was torched,” he replies grimly. “Arson. My jaw clenches with anger. “Any idea who did it?” Misha’s response is bitter. “Who else. The Outfit. Alfonso’s retaliation for burning down his massage parlor. I think they are sending us a message.”

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

"He needs no introduction to all of you, and you're aware he's here because we have a serious problem." Everyone was silent while they waited for Dan to begin. They had all worked the three recent terrible fires, and arson had been on everyone's mind. "I'd like to have better news for you," he began, "but, unfortunately, we've determined that these fires were deliberately set. Arson. What we call, as you know, incendiary. They all began on the first floor, in the back, in an empty room. Piles of old cloths and newspapers were used, covered with paint thinner, which is a dangerous incendiary." He looked at everyone. "One thing is a little different about these than several others I've investi

"Yes, if it is arson, it means that we still have hope on solving all of this. There might still be turns left, Cam." ________

Piles of burned cakes were filling up the stone table because the fire was too hard to manage. "Oh no, Mommy, paya [fire]!" Gurion shouted upon seeing the burning bread of the cake. "Be careful, Gurion—don't go near—it's hot," I screamed in fear that he would accidentally touch the burning bread. Lowell and I were panicking while Dillon and my brother threw a thick leather pelt on top of the burning bread to prevent the fire from spreading, while Blake pulled Gurion and me at a distance.