Fire Force Novels & Stories

He was quick to catch on. “ Told you, that you wouldn't want to know,” I said, pointing at his obviously pissed face. “ No, I'm actually pretty calm,” he took a deep breath. “ That's definitely new,” I smirked in amusement. “ Have you heard of fighting fire with fire, Boss?” He asked out of the blue. “ I'm not sure but more importantly, how is this related to anything that just happened?” I raised my brows. “ It's a technique used in firefighting apparently. Sometimes, when the fire outbreak can't be handled or controlled with water, fire is used instead to stop the fire outbreak,” Enzo went on to explain even though I was yet to see the point of this.

He said, and then called everyone out. They all lighted fire torches, and joined me. I stared at everyone and thought of something I could do with the fire torches. “You said fire torches repel them, right?” “Yes. But this one is too big. We won’t be able to kill them all before any of them get to us.” “We can.” I said, with an aura of confidence. I moved away from them and shut my eyes, then concentrated on the growing force inside of me. As I opened my eyes, I directed a force towards the fire torches and the fire from every fire torch, left and united as one huge ball of fire.

And of course, questions that lead to news of the affair that dragged her name and reputation, must be confirmed immediately. The beautiful girl had a shocking clarification in store plus a fact that would shock many, at the right time. Once she launched a bullet, one person fell and could not dodge it easily. Though the other one she had made sure was helpless but it turned out to spark a fire. Ah... that person should have known that if he provoked Celine's emotions, it would not only be a collapse. But all the losses that are so great will lurk. Celine was very impatient but really... she had to restrain herself.

Watching her as she looks at me before she turns makes me want to push Natalya off me and rush towards her, but the look Cody sends my way is one of pure 'what the f*ck man' and I agree. What the f*ck... "I'll be right back," I spit out, feeling now very p*ss*d off. "Follow me," I say to some of my men. My best friend included. As we walk through the mansion, I don't bother greeting people, and if they have any sense in their heads, then they would know that they shouldn't speak to me unless they want to face my mood. Reaching my office, I push the door open and then turn to my men, who don't even look the slightest bit afraid of me.

I stretched out my arms, feeling the power rise to the surface, and then— *I let it go. A wave of fire erupted from me, a torrent of golden flames that swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave. The heat was blistering, the light blinding. I could hear the screams of Lavinia’s soldiers as the fire consumed them, their dark magic no match for the raw, unbridled force of my power. The flames moved with precision, sparing my allies while eradicating the enemy. It was as though the fire *knew* what needed to be done, who needed to be protected.

he said, his voice sharp, breaking the tension. "We don't rebuild," replied Emereah. "We bring all our friends, all our power. The First Fire arrives, and this time… it will attempt to incinerate everything.". Vera's eyes swept the grounds, settling at last on the Elders. "You've made your peace already, have you?" she asked. "You've already chosen to burn once more." Emereah met her eyes, and for an instant the fire that burned in her heart seemed to grow stronger, like a furnace ready to blow. "I have," she replied quietly, then set her chin. "But this time we stand prepared. United."

His hands steadied me, his voice cut through the fog of exhaustion. “Again,” he would command. And I would obey, teeth gritted, sweat dripping down my spine. By the third day, something shifted. My steps grew surer. My strikes carried weight. I felt the fire inside me not as destruction but as fuel. It terrified me how natural it felt, as though the power had only been waiting for me to claim it. Still, the fortress remained uneasy. The whispers of betrayal had not died. And sometimes, when I caught Lucian staring into the distance, his jaw set, I knew he was carrying burdens he wasn’t sharing.

I didn’t want to argue with her in front of Justin, so I said, "I need you to come with me." "I’m not coming with you, and you can’t fire him," She said. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Day by day, she gets more stubborn. "If you don’t come with me, I swear to God I will fire him, and I will make sure he never gets hired again," I said, my voice heavy with sincerity. I won’t hesitate to do that — after all, I don’t even care about Justin. Osline hesitated, but when she saw the sad look on Justin’s face, her heart must have melted, because she finally gave in. "Fine. I’ll go with you."

It smashes against the doorframe, right in the center of the rushing mob. FWOOM. Liquid fire sprays everywhere. Men scream. They drop their weapons, batting at the flames engulfing their legs and chests. The doorway turns into a wall of fire. "Hold the line!" Drakon shouts, firing into the smoke. But they aren't stopping. They are pushing through the fire. They are climbing over the burning bodies of their brothers. A Reaper bursts through the flames, his arm on fire. He raises a submachine gun. He sprays the room.

I yelled. He was already moving. A silent inferno of white-gold fire surged from him, engulfing the creatures advancing on the city. It wasn't a wild blaze, but a contained, controlled storm of annihilation. Turning to face the threat at our backs, I followed his lead. A wave of violet fire roared from my hands, and I focused its full, devouring power on the sentinel until not even a wisp of it remained.