Fueling The Fire Novels & Stories

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

Even though I knew that she was only trying to help me but she also knew well not to bother me when I was angry. My irritation and frustration and anger was beyond boiling point as I continued to wait.. Every second that past slowly brought me to insanity..And it didn't help that I had been under lot of mind-pressure lately.. Basically, I was like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode..My constricted shoulder muscles slightly relaxed as I heard a sound of a revving engine coming from outside..I waited as the front door open and there she walked in like there was nothing wrong with what she was doing and I felt my blood boil a celsius higher..

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

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I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

she shouted, calling out Aracelli’s name. Fire. Heat. Sweat. Burning. Blaze. Fire. It was repetition. She can’t see anything except fire. It was a hell of fire. “Aracelli! Where are you?!” she screamed, even more, louder than before but as she shouts, the fire gets bigger, destroying, burning more kinds of stuff. The combustion of the wooden cabin causes the fire to spread faster despite it, being covered with the dense snow.

She was still in control, even if that control was a fraction of what it had once been. She looked at the reinforced door, imagining the heavy steel swinging wide. She knew that the moment it opened, the dynamic of the room would change forever. They had underestimated the northern fire, believing it could be extinguished with a few vials of chemicals. They were wrong. Fire did not need to be large to burn; it only needed a spark and the right conditions. Aria was the spark, and the facility was about to become the fuel.

The thought made his stomach churn. “That evil b*tch!” Ceynol roared, his voice cracking with frustration. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. “She doesn’t even realize the extent of her foolishness!” Flames clawed hungrily at the sky, thick black smoke billowing upward. The firefighters they had called were doing their best, but it wasn’t enough. How could it be? This wasn’t just an ordinary fire—it was fueled by volatile chemicals, making it nearly impossible to control.

[REALITY] Drexton shut his eyes tightly. As he opened them, they were redder than before. He stared more coldly at both the picture and the fire, then poured the fuel in his hand into the fire. The fire had been there for ten years, and like always, he never let the fire go out; he never let the fuel run out. It was his demon, and his demon could never be quenched. He fuels his raging fury, just like he fuels the fire.