Fire Mc Novels & Stories

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

Jessica said with increasing worry. “What did he do, Bryan?” Malachi asked him. “Blue fire,” Bryan said and looked down again as Jessica gasped. “What is blue fire?” Malachi asked as he looked over at Adara. She was lying next to me, whispering to me, crying as she did so. “It’s the strongest and darkest kind of death magic to use,” Jessica said with big eyes. She seemed suddenly afraid and that made Malachi worry even more. None of them, except Bryan, realized that I’d already suffered the consequences of killing with magic.

For some reason, the smoke didn't bother me like it would usually do and even as McKenzie smoked her brown thick sticks ,I found it very alluring rather---yeah maybe the smoke was messing with my head. Speaking of McKenzie, I turned my face to look at her---at some point I had moved to sit between Oliver and Bani on the other couch. My eyes fell on McKenzie's pink lips that wrapped around the cigar and her veiny lower arms as she lit up the cigar with a lighter. For a moment ,all the voices ,laughters and music, everything around me zoned in as my eyes focused on nothing but the woman of my dreams. It was like in slow motion as she inhaled from the stick and Karan said something next to her

My hand grips my phone so hard, I fear it might crack. Andrei walks into the room with a tablet in his hands. "You should see this" He says as he hands the tablet to me. I take it and begin to read the news displayed on it. Two of the Italian mafia owned hotels just exploded, taking hundreds of lives in it, The headline read. Above the headline is the picture of the buildings burnt to the ground. The air leaving my nostrils feels hot against my skin. I'm practically seething.

I was thankful for that. The car pulled away sharply, tires screeching loudly. My hands were shaking. I kept checking my phone for updates. Francesco spoke into his mic, “Get me visuals!” he barked. “Tell me what’s happening. Where’s the fire team? Is anyone injured? What do you mean the place is up in flames?” My stomach dropped. I turned to him slowly. “What did you just say?” Francesco swallowed. “It’s bad, Marco. It’s fucking bad. They lit the whole place up.”

With each step towards the exit, the flames roaring around us, I am driven by a singular purpose - to bring the child to safety, to protect him from harm and reunite him with his father. As I stand by my car, arms crossed over my chest, my gaze scans the scene before me. The firefighters are still battling the remnants of the fire, their efforts gradually bringing the situation under control. The concern for my company and its workers weighs heavily on my mind, a sense of responsibility driving me to ensure their safety and well-being.

His presence flickered through the fire, a thread of warmth and calm. “You’re not alone in there,” he said. “I’m with you.” I gasped, clutching at the sound, focusing on it like it was my only lifeline. The fire roared again, but this time I didn’t fight it. I listened. Underneath the fury, beneath the grief, there was something else — a heartbeat. A single pulse that matched my own. The Fireborne’s memory wasn’t just pain. It was protection. Every burn, every blaze, every death — it was all for survival. For love.

The thick smoke made it difficult for her to see, and she coughed uncontrollably, her eyes turning red from the lack of oxygen. Despite the danger, Margret remained determined and tried to move forward. However, the intense heat of the fire pushed her back, leaving her feeling dehydrated and her throat constricted. As the fire closed in on her, Margret felt increasingly helpless and weak, coughing relentlessly as her face turned red.

There is nothing to do but turn away now. Half an hour into our steady trot home, my wolf pricks up to a change of scent in the air. It’s burning. We all turn the horses around to see the dark sky lit up. Orange and yellow flames are rising up on the horizon. A huge forest fire is streaking across the valley. /Has Marcus…torched fucking Kallio? Is that his warning?/ /He’s as subtle as a kick in the head./ Lucas agrees. “A fire…fucking hell,” Cesar muses aloud.

I can't allow myself to get distracted. I've got to keep my eyes on the prize. The fire rages long into the night. I don't think I've ever seen a fire this big before. "I can't believe this is happening," James says. "Me either," I reply The air is thick with smoke, and it's hard to breathe. The fire is at the edge of the camp, but I can see that it's just a matter of time before it jumps the fire line. And then, it does.