Burning Flames Team Captain Novels & Stories

I eye the smashed bowl and remnants of a ceaser salad on the floor at the young chefs feet. “Sorry Alpha, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into the back of Chef Zeke and the bowl slipped out of my hands” I nod. “Happens to the best of us” I eye Zeke and raise an eyebrow. He is well aware that scare tactics is not how I run things around here or in the pack. I might have the final say but I like to think my pack follow my lead with some level of freedom rather than being dictated. He turns away from my gaze, clear that my unspoken message was heard. As I turn to head back to the front door I am suddenly hit by the most delicious smell. A mix of vanilla and rose hits my nose and m

A team member said, as the team tried to hold him in one spot. “I don't care. I’d rather die trying than stay up here watching my daughter burn in that fire.” He cried out. The captain was still struggling with Megan's father when Beta Richard arrived at the scene, almost jumping out of his car as soon as he parked. “What is the situation of things?” Beta Richard asked as he approached the captain of the rescue team. “Tell me every detail. What is going on? I want to hear and know everything.” “Sir, we are still trying to—”

I can't wait to tell Mariah about how good my first day is going, everyone is so nice and amazing. Now that I think about it, I've been so busy with calls I forgot there was someone I still hadn't gotten introduced to the captain of Squad 66. most of our calls have been for medical assistance so June and I have practically been out all day, when we did have a few minutes of downtime and were at the firehouse squad 66 was on call so the entire day has been a game of hide and seek, cat and mouse or something. I figured I rest for a few minutes before I introduce myself to him. "Hey Dawson, nice work out there your tearing it up on the field but let's see how you do in a game of arm wrestle" I

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

He was just imagining things. After all, a young master-level fighter could only be found in Metropolis. All of them picked up their pace, and very soon, Campian saw that the forest in front of them was burning. It was indeed Jesse, the Flamethrower. “Shien!?” Campian saw a man running around with a man on his back. He squinted his eyes, and when he saw that the man being carried was Shien, he shouted, “Shien!?” “Captain Wolke!?”

Fighting through the ringing in my ears and the ache in my shaken organs, I pushed myself off the ground and shouted, "Sound off!" "One!" "Two!" "Three!" "Captain, everyone's present—no serious injuries!" Josh's voice rose from within the smoke, tinged with the relief of someone who had just survived disaster. Once I confirmed that all team members had escaped with nothing more than impact injuries and scrapes, I issued orders immediately. "Team One, with me—put out the flames! Keep the fire contained! Team Two, prepare for search and rescue!" I grabbed an extinguisher and rushed toward the gas tank still burning.

I watched her, and she turned to me. “Isn’t it cool?” she asked, and then quickly added. “You should be afraid. I’ve learnt how to control the flame. It’s going to be fine. I won’t burn the car.” I nodded as a little relief washed over me. It’s okay that she can’t read minds yet. If she could, she would have seen all the agitation within me and everything I’ve thought about her. She snapped her fingers and the flames disappeared. “So, Darius had this team he was fanatical about,” he began.

The air was heavy with the pungent, stinging smell of Deep Heat, damp mud, and nervous, adrenaline-fuelled sweat. "Come on, Year Eleven! We can actually do this!" the team captain screamed, his voice bouncing off the tiled walls. Kyle paced the centre of the room, already wearing his captain’s armband over his green and blue kit, his jade-green eyes burning with competitive fire. "I dunno, Kyle. Fellsdello High are pretty bloody good," a teammate pondered, nervously lacing up his boots. "I hear they have this one new striker who is absolutely vicious on the pitch."