Fire Mc Novels & Stories

Her face had been marked with red flames, curling over her eyes, her mouth, until she looked like she was burning. Gasps echoed around the room. Damien’s men scrambled, searching for the source of the projection, but Grace couldn’t move. Her body was locked, her heart slamming against her ribs. Another image appeared. This time, it wasn’t Grace. It was Damien. A younger Damien, bloody and bruised, dragging himself out of a burning building. The warehouse fire. The message was clear. The past was coming back. And Marcus was writing Grace into the same flames. “Cut the power!” Damien roared. Within seconds, the projection died, plunging the room into darkness again.

“He’s nice. I don’t hate him.” High praise from you. “He’s not our mate.” We don’t know who our mate is yet. “Exactly. So don’t get attached.” After class, Jason and I walk toward the east wing, still talking about Friday night’s bonfire. “Still down for the bonfire?” he asks. “Absolutely. I need to blow off some steam.” “Same.” I smile, relieved for something normal. Something not tied to destiny or duty or bloody legacy. We stop outside my next class. Jason gives me a lazy salute. “Later, Little Reaper.”

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.

💦Flames That Burn Deeper💦 The fire was finally under control when Marco found me again near the fire truck. His uniform was streaked with soot and sweat, the jacket hanging open, revealing the tight black t-shirt clinging to his muscular chest. His hazel eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. “You’re still here,” he said, voice low and rough from the smoke. “I couldn’t leave without properly thanking you,” I replied, stepping closer. My thin tank top and shorts were still damp with sweat, my nipples clearly visible through the fabric. I could feel his cum from earlier still leaking down my inner thighs, a dirty secret between us.

"The hormones, the move, the hit on the estate last month... your brain is looking for a disaster." "No." I pulled away, my voice jagged. "This isn't hormones. This is the bond. I know him. He’s in trouble." Before Marcus could argue, the perimeter alarms began to wail. The fire didn't start with a spark; it started with a flood of accelerant.

Marie waved her hand in front of her face, and the firefighter led her until she arrived in front of Felicia. Without saying anything, she immediately hugged Felicia's body, which was still shivering with fear, mixed with the smell of burning from the fire. ***

"Master override installed sub-basement level. Physical access only. Firewall immune." "Hunt thinks he controls the building. He controls nothing." M.H. Michael Hale Sr. I roll the blueprint tight. Tuck it under my arm against my ribs. "Move. Now." Maria's team is retreating past us, coughing. The smoke is toxic, chemical. We run. Through the office, stumbling over debris. Through the reception area. Out the front entrance. Behind us, a whoosh of air feeds the flames, and fire erupts through the boarded windows. The building ignites with a roar. Accelerants spreading fire faster than natural combustion ever could.

Dry grass had been carefully arranged beneath every body. The white-covered forms rested peacefully upon them. Maria lay among them. I nearly lost my composure. Marten gently touched my arm. Silent support. Nothing more. Nothing less. I inhaled shakily. Then lowered the torch. The flame touched the grass. For a moment, nothing happened. Then fire erupted. It spread swiftly. One pyre. Then another. Then another. Soon flames consumed every funeral bed. The fire climbed high into the dark heavens. Orange. Gold.

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.

He pick up the call. Hunter doesn't know what his friend heard, because his now furious friend cursed and stuffed his phone inside his pocket. "We have to go now. The house is on fire." "What?!" Hunter's voice came out as a whisper. 'The house' was the place where they keep their all weapons and documents. He gritted his teeth before standing up and stomping out of there, followed by Kaiden. __________________ "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Arjun asked after his staring contest with his best friend.