A Is For Arson Novels & Stories

“Before the fire chooses you… it burns away what you love most.” Aria hesitated. Then she kissed the edge of the scarf and dropped it into the flames. It caught immediately, a rush of silver-blue flame swallowing the fabric like it had been waiting for it. The fire flared so high it made people gasp. And then… It whispered. “Silverborn.” The word hissed in the flames. Kael straightened. Maela gripped the edge of her chair. Corin stepped forward, his mouth parted in disbelief. And Aria…. Aria stared at the fire and knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Axel moved first, using her scent as the twins moved through the trees, staring down at him. When one person reached out for him, Ash quickly set the person on fire. Axel heard Asteri say that was her mark as Ash said he saw the person first causing an argument to begin. Axel really wished that they would shut up and just focus. The Pack he could smell her from was not even too far from the small tribe village..... Axel felt anger rise in him. Sirius must have obviously chosen there because he knew Axel would not hurt humans or want humans hurt. The coward.

"Anyway, why don't you introduce yourself for now?" Having no choice, the student in question turned to face the awestruck crowd, tilted her head forward, and then spoke. "Greetings to each and every one of you. My name is Ignis, and I'm a fire mage." So it was really him, Mariana thought. Mariana could never mistake the face of the person who saved her life, and the one and only fire mage in existence to someone else. "Excuse me!" Mariana shouted (it was so loud, everyone's head turned towards her) and raised her hand.

I could not stand idly by as more of my life was destroyed. The flames had fervor of their own, eventually crawling and raking along the dry autumn ground to the foundation of my home. They snaked up the side, charring the wood in their wake. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burning memories wafting in the wind. Alpha Rhodes did not hesitate, barking to the volunteers to put out the flames assaultin my home.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

When it was done she was quiet for a moment. "The fire extinguisher," she said. "Yes," Elian said. "That was the right instinct," she said. "Not the window. The fire extinguisher." "I know," Elian said. "Because the right thing was to stay," she said. "Even when staying was dangerous. The instinct was right." "Yes," Elian said. She looked at Dante. "You understood that," she said. "When you saw him." "Yes," Dante said. "Immediately." She nodded once — the same nod as Elian's, the same gene, the same specific movement of someone making a decision inside themselves.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

They spread all the gasoline while the other three kept saving them goons by being their cover. The same thing happened in the other location. Ambrosia and Kubo were the arson unit. All had their masks on, and the gasoline was set. The lighters were lit, and they threw the lighter on the drugs. With a heavy smoke, everything started burning. Soon, the building would fill up with the deadly smoke. They had to get out. They were on the path outside when a goon kicked the packets of drugs and a heavy packet fell on Hazel. She had no gun, only the can of gasoline and she had thrown the lighter away. She was buried under the packets of drugs.

I said gleefully. Aunt Maggie's eyes flashed with anger, her voice dripping with venom. "Monster! You three are monsters! Vile Blackwoods!" She barked. "Me? What did I do? I only laughed, and I am not a Blackwood. I am a Cullen," Boris sassed. Just then, Amari and Simone entered the room. They pulled Aunt Maggie's chair back with maximum force and grabbed her by the arm.

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned