A Is For Arson Novels & Stories

Something just didn’t add up. “Yes, Your Majesty. This leads me to believe it is the work of a witch,” Alpha Aaron confessed. “Careful now with your words, Aaron. We could never be sure unless we capture the arsonist,” I warned, scowling. “My men and I searched the whole town and even extended to the whole kingdom, Your Majesty. The culprit is very slippery and it seems it used a cover spell,” Halcynos, wearing his priced battle armor, butted in, informing me whilst carefully avoiding using the witch word. “We couldn’t track it down because it doesn’t have a scent. We are on high alert now.”

Normally, within every year, Bruno and friends usually make out time to go on a short trip. Wait, before I continue, let's give these group of friends a name. “The paragons" will be fine, it's our joint decision to give them the name though. So, that year, the Paragons decided to go to the woods for their normal yearly trip. The trips usually last for three to four days. So, before the trip, certain preparation were being made by different individual. Each had to take up the role he or she could handle; the food aspect, the sports aspect, the organizing of the tents, the security aspect and host of others. It was Ella and Bruno that assessed the location and found it worthy for the trip.

“I did not grow fond of Aubrey, I am just not a monster.” “If you say so, commander,” Jareth replies rolling his eyes. Anthony comes in and walks towards us. “What news do you have for us, Lt. Summer?” I inquire looking askance at Jareth. “The arsonists used bottles filled with gasoline to start the fire. We are convinced that they waited for the warehouse to be occupied to do it, their target was to kill the Matrons. Unfortunately, they were wearing masks so it was impossible to identify them with the security footage,” Anthony informs us.

Once they were outside, Hestia asked, "Aaron, have they found out the cause of the fire?" At the mention of this, Aaron's eyes darkened. "Aunt Hestia, don't worry. We've already uncovered the truth of the matter. This fire was in no way an accident. It was arson. We have the arsonist under control." When Hestia heard that, her expression became displeased. "They have such audacity, committing such an act in broad daylight. It almost cost Gracie and Xander their lives." "She will pay for this." Aaron was always efficient and ruthless in his actions.

I added shortly afterward. "Oh." He chuckled. "A few of my eyes—and by eyes, I mean CCTV cameras—caught you before the place caught on fire. I mean, such a lovely party, by the way. All the big members of society were there. Of course, no one died, but anyone found guilty of such an act can be charged with grand arson. And we don't take too kindly to that in the 6th District. See, we punish arson quite—" "What do you want?" I cut him off, knowing exactly where he was going.

"And I bind myself to her—not to possess, but to protect what needs no protection." The Elder nodded. "Then let the fire witness." Flames erupted in a circle around them, golden and wild. The heat was intoxicating, the light casting their shadows in a dance of entwined forms. Luna and Kael closed the distance, their hands meeting first, then their bodies.

WARNING: Violence described in this chapter is not suitable for younger than 18 THEY say that the beginning of the world is when God created everything in six days and He rested on the seventh day to see his making. But Ara's life started when she was born between a loving husband and wife. She had two doring boys she'd call real brothers. She had a best friend that she can share everything with. She had a stable job. Now she's merely loving her life doing what she loves. Yet blissful fate brought a dangerous man into her life. Everything changed.

“I’ve always wanted to set something big on fire.” I gestured for her to lead the way. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” She smiled as she strode past me. “What mafia member doesn’t crave the chaos of pyrotechnics?” “I wouldn’t call it ‘pyrotechnics’ so much as ‘arson.’” “Tomato, tomahto.”

"Professor Calloway, look! This is a colorless, odorless neuro-agent I synthesized myself. I've already mixed it in." Matt Lewis, one of our teammates, leaned over, giving her a thumbs-up. "Awesome, Sabrina. If the foreign teams get hit by this, they won't even know how they died!" Laughter broke out among them, but my eyes were squeezed shut under my eye mask. In my last life, I had fought desperately to stop this disaster, only to end up disgraced and frozen to death in that cold storage. This time, these lunatics were more than welcome to leap to their deaths.

“Until a very old dragon reached in on her way down into her long sleep and put it out. That was not a wound, child. That was arson. And the answer to arson has not changed since your grandfather’s grandfather went and got the first coal.” Arson. I turned that word over a few times. It was better than wound, honestly. Wounds are accidents. Arson is somebody’s decision.