Fire Force Op 1 Novels & Stories

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.

“Boom!” The violent jolt blacked out my vision for a moment, my organs feeling as if they’d shifted inside me. Yet through the dust, a surge of grim satisfaction coursed through me when I saw their terrified faces. Just as I steadied the car and prepared for the next strike, a deafening roar filled the air. The massive sound of a helicopter drew near, and through the loudspeakers above came the team manager’s voice. “Found them! Fire brigade! Put out the fire!”

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

Armed operatives poured out, their movements swift and coordinated. Zane raised his weapon, his voice sharp. “Wait for my signal.” Reese and Alex crouched behind a cluster of rocks, their weapons trained on the advancing operatives. “They’ve got heavy armor,” Reese muttered. “Doesn’t mean they’re invincible,” Alex replied, his tone grim. --- The First Strike As the operatives moved closer to the cabin, Zane raised his hand, signaling the team to open fire. The clearing erupted into chaos as bullets tore through the air, the sharp cracks of gunfire echoing through the forest.

The digital fire in my chest suddenly collided with the cold, absolute clarity of a mother’s protective instinct. ​"Ava?" Justice whispered, stepping up behind my chair, his hand resting firmly on my shoulder. His eyes were still fixed on the medical scans detailing Project Phoenix, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles were ticking. "The servers are primed. The European cells are standing by for your command signal. Do we drop the firewall?" ​I stared at the screen, my breathing slowing down until it was entirely level. I looked at the three operatives, who were watching me with intense, guarded anticipation.

We got the body parts loaded in the bags and we’d washed the floor, just in case. Frank and Carl had gone outside to make a fire to burn the carpet. We watched it burn in silence while Carl and Frank drank another three beers each. My phone beeped and I checked my messages. It was Robert. Robert: Thanks, I’m fine now. I put my phone away as Frank threw water on the fire. We all got into my car and drove towards the Bay when Carl grabbed me by the shoulders from behind. “How many bodies have you added to the Bay since Malachi’s wild days?” He asked me and I looked at him in the rear-view mirror.

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."

Sophia’s voice was frantic now, panic lacing her words. “Stay inside! Don’t open the door for anyone!” Fabio shouted into the phone before disconnecting the call. He shoved the phone back into his pocket and looked around, searching for the source of the explosion. A plume of smoke was rising from one of the shipping containers, flames licking at its edges. The explosion had thrown several men to the ground, and chaos erupted as the operatives scrambled to contain the fire and secure the area. “Victor!” Fabio shouted, spotting his right-hand man struggling to his feet nearby. “Get the fire under control and secure the rest of the containers! We can’t afford to lose anything else!”

He always found Ghost Fox a challenging opponent. "Missed. Go for it!" someone yelled, and the others stepped out of the dark open fire. 14 fire points, all seasoned veterans, the strongest firepower being shoulder-fired bazookas. "Can you hold out?" Alexander asked Cimarron as he watched the relentless attacks. "I can hold for eight minutes," Cimarron replied. He was being targeted, so he had to use his Lord of War Domain to withstand the onslaught. "That's enough." Alexander shifted and disappeared, heading toward the source of the attack.

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"