Novel & Cerita Fueling The Fire

“I don’t know how, but it’s back.” “Use it,” he urged, his voice filled with a renewed sense of hope. “You can turn the tide with it.” With a deep breath, I focused on the flames, letting them grow, feeling the power surge through me. I threw my hands out, and fire shot forward, consuming the enemies in its path. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the flames licking at the night sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

Silent. Burning.

“Eli. Your… boyfriend. Whatever he is to you. This is because of him. And the people around him.” Before Adrian could speak, Mr. Carter stepped forward. “He needs to go. We’re begging you, son.” “You can’t be serious,” Adrian said, stunned. “We didn’t ask for this life,” he said. “We didn’t ask for firebombed cars and armed threats and paparazzi on our lawn. We’re not cut out for this war. But we’re paying the price.” “Sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do,” Adrian said, desperate.

“She’s mine. That bond will drag her back to me whether you fight it or not.” “Enough!” Cara’s shout cracks through the room, raw and desperate. She shoves past Cyran, putting herself in front of me this time, and for one dizzying second, hope surges in my chest. But then I see the fire in her eyes, the fury trembling on her lips.

Please. The man whose tongue I cut out this morning said the same thing, too. His pleas are the purest fuel that made the work better. The man I shot dead before him pleaded even harder. For everyone else, that desperate plea is the match drop that started the wildfire. It begged me to press on, to inflict more. But not this time. This time, the word doesn’t fuel the fire, it snuffs it out. It burrows deep into my core, numbing my limbs, and locking my hands shut. The belt drops loose in my grasp.

Althea focused on the heat deep inside of her and used what little magic she possessed to form a barrier around it. She fought the urge to stomp her feet or rub her hands together. Instead, she filled her lungs with frigid air and expelled it in a huff. Beside her, Destroyer uncurled, stood, stretched, and then resituated his huge body around her feet and knees. “You should leave me. You will die if you stay here. We can not wait much longer for him to rescue us,” she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them.

I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.

“Never force the physical; instead infect your targets with heat, lure them into lust. Morality, judgement, and concern for the future will all melt away.” -Robert Greene "Ummm, Mr. Velimir, I think I've found something that might interest you." My account timid voice states over the phone. "What's going on, Martha?" I ask, trying to sound calm and collected when internally I am anything but every plan I've made this week has failed. "It's hard to explain over the phone, Mr. Velimir. I think it would be best if I bring the paperwork to your office or if you come out here." Martha replied.