Combustion In A Sentence Novels & Stories

- You're an airbender - so put it out. - Do you know that the force of the wind only inflates the flame? - Yarsi for a moment imagined how the air strike spreads tongues of fire across the entire lowland, how the flame spreads to nearby growing trees and engulfs the grove. And involuntarily cringed. With his poorly controlled power, this could very well be. - Here's another! The wind should blow out the fire, not inflate it, - the girl said authoritatively. “You just have to manage it.

I am steady enough to burn and still build. Let them throw labels. I’ll throw flame.

Silent. Burning.

“Then why are you here?” He didn’t answer at first. Instead, he stepped into the ring. Slowly. Deliberately. His gaze scanned the scorch marks on the floor, the cracked torch base. “You’re trying to rush it,” he said. “Fire doesn’t respond to urgency. It consumes it.” “And what does air do? Lecture it to death?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Air listens. Fire speaks.” He knelt, tracing a finger through the blackened stone. “What were you trying to do?”

There was a fire place which they made in order to keep themselves warm. All of them where seen gathered around the fire like it was a committee of witches having their meeting, planning on a mission to devour. Each of them was putting on thick article of clothing to help the body warm faster. The cold was much like it was winter. It’s a known phenomenon that areas surrounded by water are most often cool especially the cool breeze that makes one thing that he or she was about to freeze. That’s because, during the day, the sun heats hard on the ground producing heat that helps warm the rivers, then at night, the river produced immense cool breeze that helps to keep the ground cold. It exhibit

My mom stands next to her with her hands pressed to her cheeks, thrilled. “Get goin’, trouble,” Jackson murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead. I lean towards him a little, not able to help it, a little laugh sputtering from me. But then I turn my gaze to the pile of wood in front of me – not the little log, the big one. And I set it ablaze. A little gasp breaks from the group as everyone turns towards it, watching the fire rage, much more powerfully and higher than it should for just that little pile of wood. And then I call on Luca’s gift as well – on the wind, the breeze, the oxygen he provides.

Alexa said, tight-lipped at them. Her mate gave her a stern face, "Yeah, right. Whatever you say, babe." He pulled her into his embrace and asked, "Are you alright?" Whereas my mate ignored her comment and walked up to me, also hugging me tightly. "What happened?" He asked over my head, training his gaze to the now subdued flame. He pulled me slightly away from him and let his eyes roam my face. "What caused the combustion?" Looking at him with a confused expression, "We... I accidentally ignited it when I was trying to summon my shield. I also don't know how it led to that."

“He’s just guilty.” “Guilty?” Eleanor chuckled. “Yeah, he is! Let’s just say, a fire will never burn without woods or oxygen.” “What do you mean?” Her brows draw together, but Eleanor turned, smiling widely, and vanished with a loud pop. A fire will never burn without woods or oxygen...

Gideon Fireball hovering in my hand, heat licked up my forearm in a living coil, hungry and impatient. The magic responded too easily to my temper and swelled brighter as I took aim and heaved it down the field toward the straw training dummy. The orb screamed through the air and detonated on impact, flames devouring straw and wood in an instant. The sharp crack of combustion echoed across the field, followed by the thick, bitter scent of smoke. It suited my mood perfectly.

The mansion that once stood as a symbol of power and wealth was now eerily silent, its doom approaching. Gabriel stepped forward, handing Cassian a lighter. The flick of the metal lid broke the stillness as Cassian opened it, his eyes locking onto the house—now no longer a home, but a grave for the family who had dared to cross him. His face remained cold, unmoved by the destruction about to unfold. With one last glance, he tossed the lighter toward the mansion's front door. The flames ignited instantly, crackling with a hunger that devoured everything in its path. Fire raced through the house, consuming it from the inside out.