Fire Force Calendar Novels & Stories

My mother pointed out "How will we do so many ceremonies in just seven day ?" "Exactly, how will we do that ?" Anushka's father added"Isn't any other sooner date priest?" "Unfortunately not. The next auspicious date will be in six months's time" "What?" "Six months?" Anushka and I said at the same time Hell no ! There was no way we were going to wait for that damn long again. I looked over at Anushka who slightly shook her head in disapproval , panic and anxiety brewing in her eyes. Of course I was never going to let that happen.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

How was the oldest of the officers in the room, he took charge. As the team gathered around his desk, he studied the fax. “It seems the same, as in Dawson. The press release says the fire is scheduled for one o'clock. early, so we only have three hours. You guys get down to business and try to figure out what it might be the target. Give these clues to patrols, ask them to make rounds.” Kalti planned to go outside also, to see if his totem animal, the sea eagle, would appear and guide him.

His eyes darkened as he stared at Elder Julius, too. Varn… Varn was snarling within him, holding back from tearing the elder to pieces. “Child, you have to get out of there. There’s a fire!” Elder Albert’s voice cracked. Panic laced in his words, but Nyssa didn’t move. The flames crept towards her chair and her clothes, amidst the tension. She was lost in the words that Elder Julius had said. The insult. Her fists trembled, not in fear but fury. Soon, everyone began to yell at her to get out of the fire as the fire continued to spread.

Adriana put down her clothes and straightened up, then moved over to sit with him on the sofa by the window. The view opened up instantly—people were setting off fireworks in the distance. The booming explosions echoed from the mountainside, and then the mountain bloomed with clouds of ceremonial sparks. Calvin picked up a red wine glass from the coffee table and placed it in her hand. “What day is it today?” Today? “The twenty-fourth,” she replied. “And then?”

They could see the smoke even before they turned the corner, hard on the heels of Station 58's big engine and the ladder truck. It billowed up in big black clouds that spread over the rooftops of the buildings lining the street. This was the third major fire in a week, an unusual number, and they had all been on her shifts. If she didn't know better, she'd think someone had a crush on one of the firefighters and wanted to see him at work.

"She only burned a tiny spot on her hand that's not even as big as my fingernail! But look at Mom's leg! Her whole leg is red! You can't see that? What are your eyes for, decoration?" I shouted. I was so furious that my chest rose and fell, and I pointed straight at the blinking surveillance camera on the ceiling. "You're twisting the truth and can't tell right from wrong! Even if your brain isn't working, the camera up there is recording! Check the footage! Do you dare to check who pushed whom and who spilled soup on whom?" I retorted defiantly.

Their face lit up when they saw me, like they had been waiting for my arrival. "Good to have you, man." The guys and I exchanged handshakes. They sat in a lounge around a table filled with drinks of different types, cards, and party cups. I got settled beside Zayn who offered me my first drink. "Thanks," I nodded and accepted it. Part of the happy mood was that we had been selected for the Sandario City Cup, a nationwide event that high schoolers barely made it to. Tim, one of our teammates, stood up. He seemed a bit drunk because he was staggering a bit but also sober enough to say what was on his mind.

As the little bell on top of the door rang out a sweet tune, both Lani and Blake twisted around expecting another package but were instead faced with Jax' angered face. "Jax? What's wrong?" Lani asked. "The feds, they're here." "What?" Blake said with his face etched in confusion, "What'd they want now?" "They're here to snoop around, they know about the fire and they want to know what happened," Jax spoke in a bored tone. "What? The fire that happened nearly a month ago? I call bullshit," Blake laughed as he placed more paint in Lani's hair. She giggled shortly before returning her attention back to Jax, "He's right, there's nothing to investigate," Lani added.

“What happened the first time you caught fire?” Looking straight ahead, I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “I’m asking because I want to figure out what your triggers are,” he clarified. “Fear,” I responded, still not looking at him. “I suppose that’s a start. How many times have you caught fire?” “Four.” Maybe if I were short with my answers, he would stop asking. He sighed. “Then you are just starting to set into your immortality. What do you know about fighting?”