Fire Force Opening 1 Lyrics Novels & Stories

I came back to my senses when I heard Jannah’s announcement. Arlene sadly smiled at me before walking towards the mini stage. I sigh when the song title she decided flashes on the screen, “Through the Fire” by Chaka Khan. The lyrics of the song expressed our desire to do everything in the name of love. I know that is how Arlene felt for Mago. I was like her before, but I am done now.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

The voice lowered, each word slow and deliberate, almost like a rhythm. “By moon unbound and shadow deep, I call the fire I dare not keep. By blood that stirs and pulse that wakes, I open the path no chain can break. Flesh to flame and soul laid bare, I step beyond… I answer the dare.” My heart pounded as the words settled into me. “Again,” the voice commanded. My lips parted. And this time… I spoke. Softly at first. Then stronger. “By moon unbound and shadow deep,

"I'm coming for the heart... but I'm not bringing your key. I'm bringing fire." The ruins opened wider, swallowing the last of the dashboard light.

Then speak it. ​I drew in a shaking breath, filling my lungs with the scent of ozone and fire. “I choose to live. I choose to love. I choose him. I choose the fire that doesn't bow and the bond that doesn't break. I choose to exist!” ​The ground roared in answer. The red-gold light surged upward, meeting the cold force head-on. The clash wasn't loud; it was final. It was the sound of a period being placed at the end of a long, dark sentence.

No mercy. Only fire.

Ethan and Chloe flashed arrogant, victorious smiles at the camera, opening their mouths to brag one last time and deliver the final blow to my reputation. But the very next second, before a single word could come out, the massive neon display screens behind them suddenly flashed a blinding, violent red. The victorious smiles completely froze on their faces.

She hadn’t seemed surprised one bit by the announcement and I wanted to talk to her and find out why, but I didn’t dare interfere with a direct order from alex. Instead I hung back, received my list of needed supplies, grateful I’d just restocked them. I packed my bag. We were going in with full riot gear. Clearly, they were expecting a fight. I was torn on how to feel. On the one hand, this was the most excitement the Force had ever seen, but on the other hand, my mate was going into the fire and I couldn’t stop it. The thought of not being able to keep her safe in the field made me want to throw up. We watched each other’s backs, but alex already warned me that she would be on the front

Especially Kuya CL who looks like going to explode anytime. “Kuya Gideon Dorian and Kuya Christopher Leonel, please just let him be. Anyway, it’s not as if it’s a big deal. Just look at me right now, I am not even crying about our break up. So can you both calm down?” I begged and even used my powerful puppy eyes for effect like what I am doing if there is anything I want them to give me. But sadly, it doesn’t have any effect on them.

The pain came back with full force and Ilana had to squint her eyes shut to fight it off, to not succumb to darkness that floated in front of her vision. “Fuck,” she heard the guy mumble before his footsteps moved away from her. Ilana didn’t bother opening her eyes again once she heard the tell tale sound of the door closing shut. —-------- “Hey!” Calix’s voice reached Ilana before she’d even opened her eyes properly. She winked at how loud a simple word sounded, cringing away from it. “Hi,” she managed to reply. She gulped, trying to moisten her parched throat, the dryness scratching her vocal cords like sandpaper.