Firefighting Stories Novels & Stories

I kept Dаd occupied with buѕу work ѕо thаt I соuld keep аn eye оn hіm. Onе еvеnіng whеn wе wеrе ѕlееріng, I fоrgоt tо lock hіѕ bedroom door. Tо make a lоng story ѕhоrt, Dad mаnаgеd tо ѕеt thе house оn fire. We lоѕt еvеrуthіng bеfоrе the volunteer fіrе dераrtmеnt arrived. Bad roads, hеаvу ѕnоw and cold temperatures hаmреrеd thеіr еffоrtѕ. Thе fire truсk that аrrіvеd fіrѕt thrоugh thе blizzard, a рumр truсk, ѕооn rаn out. Wе hаd to chop a hоlе in the ісе оf the роnd tо gе t water. Thе twо fіrе trucks that arrived аftеrwаrdѕ wеrе tоо lаtе to ѕаvе аnуthіng."

“Rescues, danger, fights, intimidation, torture, hiding bodies — especially the terrifying kind. Basically, anything that involves a high chance of felony charges or a foolproof plan.” Yeah … great. She continues as if giving a speech. “Water. Fire. Things that could kill you in a cinematic way —” I’m starting to think she might have a concussion. “Axel is your guy.” “Actually … they’re all pretty great in all types of emergencies. They never panic.”

"Your body is recovering well. This is the latest training notice from headquarters. The Special Operations Unit needs a tactical commander for the National Elite Firefighters Competition." Commander. I stared at the word as the red factory reset button flashed vividly in my mind. Rebecca unfolded a map of the country. "Let me tell you a story. There was a veteran who lost a leg in a rescue and switched to research. Later, his rescue plans saved over a hundred lives during a major disaster." I remained silent. She smiled as she looked at me. "Emmett, you shine especially brightly whenever you're studying blueprints of fire scenes."

I couldn't give anyone the chance to use me against him. "Okay. What should I do now?" I asked, feeling lost. Jace glanced at the victims—burned, bandaged, and broken—before shaking his head. "Forget it. I know you can't handle seeing injuries like that. You don't have to do anything." That stung, but I wasn't about to just stand there. Determined, I started talking to some of the less seriously injured victims, trying to piece together what had happened. The stories were all eerily similar. They'd been asleep when someone shouted about the fire. By the time they opened their doors, the flames were already everywhere. Most of the burns came from running through the fire to escape.

"W-What's going on here?" Daniel rubbed his eyes in disbelief as the incident commander stormed over. "You have some nerve asking that! Because of your delay, the fire got out of control! One person is already dead, ten are injured, and the fire is still spreading! And you're only just getting here? If you'd come sooner, it wouldn't have gotten this bad!" The incident commander ripped off his helmet and hurled it at Daniel. The blow made Daniel stagger back a step, his face instantly turning pale.

he mocked, releasing a smirk on his face to annoy Darragh. “Boss…is this the new guy taking over Officer Goa’s position?” Darragh returned the jab while looking at the warden. The warden said nothing. “Now, here is the real story. Something G****e or Wikipedia will never tell you” the man in suit came at Darragh. “At Age 6, family home got engulfed in flames. Victim; child’s father and pet dog…at age 13, school gets burnt down; victims, countless children…at age 17, Ex-childhood heartthrob, Elizabeth Walker gets involved in fire accident with Schols on the scene; looses life. During time serving in the Irish military, Sergeant Schols’ unit gets caught up in mysterious fire outbreak that leav

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

A wall of fire, the inescapable smell of everything melting and being destroyed? After fifteen minutes spent pacing the bedroom, I’m going stir crazy. I can’t lose Clement and Nicholas. I can’t. They were my saviors in the fire and every day afterward, standing guard at my bedside, making me feel loved and cared for when I needed it most. Touching me with such passion one minute, holding me like a treasure the next. Already, my stomach is caving in on itself at the very possibility they could be hurt. Don’t firefighters get injured—or worse—all the time? Yes. Yes…and if that happens, I have to be there to give them the same support they’ve given me. I have to do something.

Rage settled deeper in my chest until it felt like molten metal trying to pour through my ribs. “How did this start?” I asked. “We don’t know yet,” the firefighter answered. “But from the way the flames spread, and from what some workers reported before it grew, it didn’t start naturally.” Of course it didn’t. I opened my eyes again with a tightening expression. Christiano put a hand on the man’s arm. “He understands,” he told him quietly. The firefighter nodded and ran back toward his team.

He’d then ensure that communications were maintained, and their plans went smoothly. That was until things weren’t going smoothly. Equipment broke for a human firefighting team and six fire fighters were trapped while they were leaving an evacuation area. Benedict listened over the channel as his people worked with the fire mages who pushed back the flames long enough to get the humans out before other mages stepped in to limit the flames path.