Fire Reign Novels & Stories

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

, called out a doc staring at his tab screen . "The glass will hold it...I am pretty sure",said Ronald confidently. "I take your word for it Ronald",said Smith ,gravely. "It is going to blast any second!" "Stay away from the glass" Sam gripped his weapon with eyes closed tight. And it blasted..... With fire. And a wave that went around giving out radiations . And then it stopped. All the people who had fallen down got up . And looked at each other and smiled and sighed. "We are all alive and well then?!",shouted a happy Ronald.

The Blue Ocean Arena stood before Haider and Ian, its once grand structure now a blazing inferno, roaring with fury and seeking retribution. The flames leapt high into the night sky, licking at the dark clouds above, as if pleading for mercy that Haider had no intention of granting. Haider's heart pounded in his chest, his pulse quickening with a mix of anger, grief, and an overwhelming thirst for vengeance. He could feel the heat of the flames on his face, their intense energy mirroring the fire burning within him.

"What is it?" Eva motioned for everyone's attention, and the pack members gathered around a designated area. A hush fell over the crowd as they watched in anticipation. Suddenly, flames erupted, dancing and twirling in mesmerizing patterns. A chorus of gasps and applause filled the air as the pack witnessed the breathtaking display of fire manipulation. Skilled members of the pack, known as the Pyrokinetics, had choreographed a spellbinding performance. Their control over fire created stunning shapes and figures, illuminating the night with flickering lights and radiant warmth.

she said as she folded her hands. I thought about it and realized she was right, I managed to do that without even realizing it or even trying to. Damn, I was good, I was impressed with myself. Just when I was about to respond to her accusation the intercom sounded and the dispatcher spoke. “Ambulance 27, Truck 78, Squad 66, Engine 72. We got an electrical house fire at 3289 warren street” The intercom went off and all the firefighters who had just come in from the apparatus bay not too long ago were making their way back to the trucks along with June and I. “Don’t think we’re done here missy, we will be circling back to this conversation later” June said while hopping in the driver's side o

Otherwise, if I turned to Professor Orran, the two dangerous people would get together and things would get even worse. I said to him, "Okay, I'll listen to you and wait for your news." Two days later, I waited for the news of the fire in the D district. The fire was said to be spontaneous, and all the Slave were outside when it happened, no one was in the room, but the fire started without warning. Some people said, "Could it be the legendary wildfire?" I just give a blank stare to this speculation. The temperature of wildfire is very low, burning on the skin is only a slight burning sensation, it is impossible to start such a big fire.

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

The dry grass crackled in the evening breeze. Pale green streaks at the base of the stems were all that showed it was alive, struggling against the heat of the summer sun and a rainless afternoon. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but the clouds refused to release their water. A large sign with a bear in a hat declaring the fire danger “extreme” glared out over the road. A car sped by, the taillights fading into the setting sun. A red glowing cigarette ember flicked out of the open window, landing on the dark asphalt. It rolled gently, swirling in odd circles until finally resting on the edge of the road. The parched breeze puffed, pushing the small glowing light into the grass. It only took

Brage grabs the horse’s reins and tries to make them obey, but they are anxious and afraid of the persistent rumbling across the darkening sky. The fire quickly spreads and jumps between the close nit canopy. Within minutes, the inferno is everywhere. It's a matter of urgency if they're going to have a chance of escaping the roaring flames. Both Indra and Vimar run towards the creek. Brage holds on tight to the reins and tries to calm the horses that begin rearing on their hind legs as their panic grows. "Easy, easy ... that’s it, calm down," he comforts, but another deafening crack followed by a lightning bolt causes Indra and Vimar to throw themselves to the ground for cover. Another light

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.