Black Characters Fire Force Novels & Stories

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

One by one, the soldiers crumbled. “Retreat!” Xareth bellowed, his voice sharp and loud, so loud it felt like it split the earth. Those who could still run, did. My wolf turned to follow, then pain hit. A blinding, searing, soul-piercing pain as an arrow lodged deep into my wolf’s flank. Not just any arrow, one tipped with that cursed green fire. It spread instantly, like venom made of flame. It burned through muscle, nerves, spirit, everything.

But there she was—seated in the flames, bare skin glowing, and hair tangled, eyes red, fists clenched; and as if under a spell, she stood to her feet. Naked, she walked out of the flames with smoke giving way. Her body should have crumbled, her bones should have turned to dust but she stood alive. Awake. Resurrected, and revenge burning beneath those red eyes. “Oh my goddess of all goddesses,” A voice whispered from behind a tree. Alice. Her eyes wide as she stared at the figure that just walked out of a burning fire. “She is a demon,” She added but the old man standing beside her didn’t think so. His eyes were fixed on the young girl that had come out of the fire without getting consumed.

If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat. But I know that it is not affected by the fire. He's a Basilisk and fire could not kill him, nor harm him. Faris suddenly walked towards us and I took a step back when he came towards me. Take this. He said that my blood almost came to my head. Is he crazy? Who in their right mind would touch a burning rock? That's why I shook my head so fast that it seemed like my neck was about to break from shaking so much. It was still smoking and I could see that it was burning.

Determined to pay him back for this. My eyes snap open, and I slowly move to a sitting position before rising to my full height. The balls are still coming. Somehow, they hurt a lot less now. I barely feel them at all. Glancing down at my arms, I see they have turned black now. That must be Ares’ fur color. I didn’t pay much attention when I first saw it at blood moon that faithful night, but my fur looks… off. And only Alphas have black fur.

Declan was taking cover, returning fire, shouting orders to my men. And then something crashed through the ceiling. A figure in black dropped through the ventilation grate like an avenging angel. Cat. It was Cat, and she was moving like pure violence—graceful, deadly, efficient. She fired two more darts from her gun, and two more men went down. She'd barely touched the ground before she was moving toward me, pulling me up from the chair. "We have to go," she said urgently. "Cat—" "No time. Come on."

My jaw was so tight the muscles ached. "I am the matter that displaces the air." "Then let us see if your cells can withstand the pressure." He raised his hand. He did not fire a beam of energy. He unleashed a kinetic displacement. Black Fire. It was not a thermal combustion. It was a corrupted, oily distortion of space that crackled with red static. It surged toward me, smelling of scorched protein and biological decay. My skin began to crawl, the hair on my arms standing up as the charge in the air intensified.

Cruella quickly rushed in front of Carly and glared at Zina. “Put your hands up.” Zina ordered and Cruella slowly raised her hands up, however Carly, Jason, Sebastian and Kyle still stood their ground. “I will release fire if you all don't cooperate. Now take your hands up!” Zina yelled as she kept aiming the gun at each one of them.

It smashes against the doorframe, right in the center of the rushing mob. FWOOM. Liquid fire sprays everywhere. Men scream. They drop their weapons, batting at the flames engulfing their legs and chests. The doorway turns into a wall of fire. "Hold the line!" Drakon shouts, firing into the smoke. But they aren't stopping. They are pushing through the fire. They are climbing over the burning bodies of their brothers. A Reaper bursts through the flames, his arm on fire. He raises a submachine gun. He sprays the room.

The black fire consumed it. “I will kill you for hurting my friends!” His eyes glared with hatred. He motioned his hands for every attack. The black fire surrounded the cloaked figures. They attempted to exterminate the fire, but they could not make it. His fire released was so strong that even the ground vibrated, the glaciers cracked. His black fire could not be extinguished. The trees near them plummeted, and the thud reverberated around. Eleand released all his remaining mana to make his fire magic stronger. It grew larger until the enemies couldn’t escape, even if they attempted to vaporized themselves in the form of the red smoke. He was satisfied to see them burned into ash and scatte