Combustion In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Dante lit the fuse himself, a tossed flare that ignited the accelerant with a whoosh, flames erupting in a voracious roar. The fire spread greedily, consuming wood, metal, and merchandise alike, black smoke billowing upward in thick columns that choked the stars. Heat blasted outward, but Dante stood firm, watching the destruction with cold satisfaction. This was Alexei's lifeblood, his operations hemorrhaging, one inferno at a time. As the structure groaned and buckled, Dante turned away. "Load up," he growled. "We're not done."

*His* fire was consuming *him*. Leo staggered back, his own hands blistered and burning from the splash and the heat, dropping the skillet. The purple fire flared inside the stove, consuming the remnants, then sputtered and died as quickly as it had ignited, leaving only acrid smoke and the stench of absolute destruction.

8 I chant out loudly, the candles going out one by one in succession around us as though a puff is wafted in succession, followed by the fire. A second of darkness before all explode back to light with a combustive boom that creates tiny sparkles around the room. Like pouring lighter fuel onto a tiny ember of a flame and igniting a volcano eruption of light.

She wasn't frightened, but she knew. "While it's for that," Blaze growled, his voice rough and low. He knelt on the earth in front of her, big hands expertly building a fire out of a little pile of tinder. His aroma, a mixture of smoke and pine, filled the air. "A fire warms cold wood." "Is that the way you see me, Blaze?" she stated, gazing at the little flames just beginning to flicker into existence. "A fire? A warmth-giver?"

He was always doing things that could make you mad and it was annoying and I outrightly wanted to call him stupid for doing what he just did but wince he always had a reason for the stupid things he did, I decided to ask why he did it instead. "The fire in that lighter contains sulphuric content and brimstone, which could make fire burn very violently. Violently enough to burn this entire place since there's nothing stopping that fire now, it's going to burn badly. You always need a weapon with you wherever you go you know?" I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was smiling coyly as always when he was making comments like this.

"What can you do? I have the upper hand." Smoke seeped from Am-Heh's fingers, small flames sparkling on the tips as his rage kindled, stirring more potently in his blood as he drew the fury from the havoc being crafted about the globe, giving some reprieve to the suffering millions. "Fire can cause many issues with steel. Magically enhanced or otherwise."

Though she had another few hours to go before her ride would be there. “You should call someone to get you.” He said as he looked at her. “I’m fine.” She said as she continued to look at the building. “Fires are interesting.” “Really shouldn’t say that too loud.” He said with a slight laugh. “They are, though. They are like a life form all their own. They need to consume to grow. They sprout more. It is an interesting concept.” Dawn replied. “Of course, you would break it down like that.” He said as he sat next to her. He looked at her as she kept her eyes completely focused on the fire in the building. “Dawn, whatever happened earlier can’t happen right now.”

"A blue flame represents many things to many people. It represents illumination and enlightenment. It could mean destruction and renewal, spirituality and also damnation ... it depends on which aspect you can relate to." Roman's voice echoed in his mind. "While blue is a color that presents coolness ... blue fire is the hottest flame. It signifies complete combustion and burns almost without leaving anything behind." Declan stepped into the house and closed the door. He carefully opened the sliding glass of the piece. The blue flame was burning in steady motion camouflaging its true power. He took a stack of mail and placed them above the glass. The papers stuck out just enough to get slowly

Then we let our fire take over. “Holy fucking hell. What the fuck did I just see?” Brentley asked. “We can set ourselves on fire. It comes in handy when some asshole gets a little too close.” I told him. “Spontaneous combustion and poisonous. You two are fucking everyone’s worst nightmare.” Asher commented.

The sparks stopped The air lightened by a perceptible degree. The specific roaring quality of active combustion settled into the quieter, residual quality of something that had burned and was no longer burning. Alex stopped I stopped with him. He stood completely still for three seconds... long enough to confirm the shift, short enough not to commit to a conclusion before it was earned. "It's settling," he said, quietly. "What caused it?" "Incendiary. Small." His eyes were still moving.... checking corners, checking the ceiling, checking every surface with the systematic attention of someone who understood that the visible threat was not always the only one. "Not structural. Designed to prod