Fire Caste Novels & Stories

The mate bond, that tenuous silver thread that had just begun to connect us, was currently acting as a high-voltage wire, funneling the raw, concentrated hatred of my ancestors directly into his soul. "Mace!" Cassandra screamed, abandoning her cool demeanor. She rushed toward him, dropping to her knees at his side, but she didn't dare touch him. She looked up at me—at the thing wearing my face—with undisguised terror. The fire in the hearth, now roaring like a blast furnace, obeyed the commands of the entities inside me. A tendril of flame, thick as a man's arm, lashed out from the stone enclosure. It slithered across the rug, charring the wool fibers, reaching for Mace’s boot.

"A wonderful trick! But I know the source of your 'magic.' I know the grey man who stands beside you on that bridge." My heart stopped. Caspian could see the Archivist? "You think you’re free?" Caspian laughed, the sound chilling. "You’ve just traded one cage for another. If the Duke won't release you, then I’ll simply have to burn the cage down." He raised a hand, and from the darkness behind him, a dozen trebuchets groaned into life. But they weren't loaded with stones. They were loaded with barrels of Sun-Fire, an alchemical liquid that burned even on ice.

"What is it?" Eva motioned for everyone's attention, and the pack members gathered around a designated area. A hush fell over the crowd as they watched in anticipation. Suddenly, flames erupted, dancing and twirling in mesmerizing patterns. A chorus of gasps and applause filled the air as the pack witnessed the breathtaking display of fire manipulation. Skilled members of the pack, known as the Pyrokinetics, had choreographed a spellbinding performance. Their control over fire created stunning shapes and figures, illuminating the night with flickering lights and radiant warmth.

It wasn’t just fire—it was my will, my desire to keep Castiel safe, my need to make sure that Felix couldn’t touch him again. I could see the realization dawning in Castiel’s eyes as he turned to face me, his breath still ragged from the intensity of the fight. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes flicking toward the now-smoldering air between us. The flames had died down a bit, but the heat was still there, heavy and pressing in the air. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling quickly as if the weight of everything was catching up to him.

Every morning I have woken up thinking it was all a dream. I don’t have to use spells or anything either thus far. I think of what I want to happen, and most of the times it does. I just have to think outside the box more. It might have went faster if Elijah had been able to free up some time though. I can master those nasty ass fireballs now, though! If Flynn ever tries anything again, he is toast. ‘Pssssh! He would have been anyway! We are a DRAGON!’ Ares bristles.

I had other things in mind. I picked up the food flask, cutlery and went out through the gates of the castle. I'd set all I needed there before I cooked her meal. I picked up the large gallon of gasoline and poured it around the bush and pulled out my cigarette. I inhaled the sharp smell of hydrocarbon mixtures and blew smoke out with my nose. When I was weary of it, I dumped the cigarette and walked back into the castle with her food in my hand. Fires that started slowly were usually the most difficult to put out. I'd burnt it in such a way that it would've affected the castle in any way.

Flames shot across the lower ducts, racing under the floor like serpents ready to devour. Justina grabbed Carson’s hand. Carson grabbed hers right back, eyes wild, terrified, determined. “Run!” he shouted. They sprinted toward the only gap left, one doorway not yet completely sealed. Flames licked the edges, sparks spitting out like angry warnings. Behind them, his father’s voice echoed through the speaker system: “Remember Carson, fire doesn’t kill you.It shapes you.” The floor split open in a burst of steam. The heat punched upward. Justina stumbled.

They all look like very powerful and strong women. The heat in the room increased by the unmitigated amount of flames fueled by the candles they carry. They all started chanting words in a tongue unknown to me, throwing herbs at the blazes of their torches. The wildfire created by this action roars and expands as they repeat the words. Candle wax drips on my body, I scream in pain. Gritting my teeth, clenching my jaw. Closing my eyes again, feeling anger; rather; fury; revenge; pain flow through my veins.

she said as she folded her hands. I thought about it and realized she was right, I managed to do that without even realizing it or even trying to. Damn, I was good, I was impressed with myself. Just when I was about to respond to her accusation the intercom sounded and the dispatcher spoke. “Ambulance 27, Truck 78, Squad 66, Engine 72. We got an electrical house fire at 3289 warren street” The intercom went off and all the firefighters who had just come in from the apparatus bay not too long ago were making their way back to the trucks along with June and I. “Don’t think we’re done here missy, we will be circling back to this conversation later” June said while hopping in the driver's side o

His eyes remained closed. “Perhaps a little bit of pain would wake him up.” Hades thought. He leaned back and took a long drag. Carlos has already moved towards the back of the seat. “Release his left arm” ordered hades as he had already planned the next step. Carlos released it and went to retrieve the burning iron from the basin that had burning iron. Carlos turned it over to see whether it was fully heated or not. Relieved with the results he carried it to the boy. “We forgot to ask his name from Jace. But it doesn’t matter, right? Because he wouldn’t be alive for a long time” Hades remarked. He threw the half-finished cigarette and crushed the cherry. Then he took the rod Carlos offered.