Novelas y relatos de Fire Mc

“That one, it’s different. It doesn’t come out often. But when it does I can't tell it’s bad.” Mira’s smile faded a little. She looked serious now. “The fire is stronger,” she said. “It’s more dangerous than the lightning. Not just because it burns, but because of what it feeds on.” “What do you mean?” I raised a brow. “It’s tied to your anger,” she said. “But also your pain. Your loss, your rage. The fire in you isn’t just heat, it's emotion made real.” I blinked, unsure of what to say. “So I shouldn’t use it?”

I informed them of my change of heart, expressing my willingness to provide answers. The interrogation began, and their first inquiry was about my whereabouts during the time of the fire at Mondragon's company. I confidently stated that I was at home, emphasizing that being at my residence had no connection to the arson. However, the officers presented me with CCTV footage showing me in my car, wearing a smile as I observed the calamity unfold. My voice faltered momentarily, realizing the damaging evidence against me.

Back toward the storage room. Within minutes, the compound changed. The alarms began — lower at first, then screaming. Men started shouting different orders now. Not “find her.” “Fire.” “Put it out.” “Where’s the fucking extinguisher?” I smiled without humour. They couldn’t put it out. Not in time. Because fire doesn’t care about hierarchy. I found Frank near the main corridor, barking into a radio, face lit by orange light. His silver hair looked almost gold in the flames.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

After a short moment, they stopped breathing. "Banefire!" Harvey said when he saw what was happening before him. The so-called Banefire is a unique type of flame that the martial arts world concocted. It would keep on burning once it came in contact with human flesh, and it wouldn't even extinguish when water was doused on it. Those who were hit will die in pain. Something like this was forbidden in both the martial arts world and the underworld. Even if it appeared in a war, those who used it would be condemned by the righteous.

His body was charred by the fire. I pulled him into my arms. ​"Lucas! Look at me! We won!" I began to shake him. ​Lucas slowly opened his eyes. His irises were now a pale grey. He grabbed my hand. "Sophia... the gas... if it mixes with the air, everyone will die... you... you have to seal it..." ​"How?" I panted.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

I raised my tail and let it crash down, causing a loud crash and shudder throughout the club. “Willow, is shifting!” I hear Nix say. I can’t look toward her right now. Drake grabs hold of my massive shoulders and holds on. He digs his long claws into my flesh beneath my scales and begins to emit a heat that turns into fire. It burns as hot as lava. I let my own heat radiate from me. The two elements of fire mixed and soon there's so much fire and heat around us that if anything gets close it will go up into a blaze. The fire alarm system kicks in, but the sprinklers have no effect. I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams.

Cristine occasionally frowned at the smoke from the burning cigarette but Justin didn't seem to care. "You're like a steam train in the days before people knew the benefits of electricity well," Cristine quipped as she took a tissue. She covered her nose so she wouldn't smoke too much. She also ordered Naya to open the door to the room as wide as possible to allow for a quick exchange of air circulation. "At least I'll be able to unwind from the antics of your future daughter-in-law. Isn't that right, Mrs. Cristine Desmond?" Justin said with a small grin.

All of my men are running around frantically, shouting and trying to put out the fire. I can feel the heat from the flames even from this distance, and I'm filled with anger as I realize how serious the situation is. This has to be the handiwork of one of my enemies. I see Firefighters rushing around, trying to set up hoses and get to the heart of the blaze. I can hear the crackling of flames and the sound of glass breaking as the heat becomes more intense. I call Jordan. "I am here. Where the fuck are you?" I growl.