Gelatin X Firey Novels & Stories

If she did, everything she had gained would disappear. "Of course I'm your biological daughter," she said quickly. "Haven't you already seen the paternity test? And we even redid the test. Mom, why would you ask something like that?" It was true—Eleanor and her parents had redone the test. But swapping evidence was never impossible. After all, for a scheme this elaborate, how could she have dared to walk into the Sterling family without thorough preparation? Mother raised her phone in front of Eleanor. The report was displayed clearly on the screen.

A dank, cold reek of iron and blood hit them. Simon secured her to an iron chair stained dark red and clicked the cuffs shut around her wrists and ankles. Giara was paralyzed by fear. She had never known this house had a room like this. He took down a salt-soaked leather whip from the wall and ran it slowly down her reddened cheek. She shuddered violently. He leaned close to her terrified pupils and said softly, "Tell me, babe. What have you been hiding from me?"

I spoke softly. “I’m glad that everyone is gathered here, as I finally unveil my first collection, one I hold dear to my heart and I hope my children will respect and understand as they grow older.” I turned to where the name of the collection had been hidden, it was Tyler’s idea to give it a name in this manner, I glanced at him and he beamed with pride. “Meet,” my voice cracked for the millionth time. I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.

Within seconds, the fire didn't just change colour but it seemed that it bled. The brilliant silver curdled into a visceral, sickening pool of bright red. It wasn't the warm red of a sunset, but the dark, turgid color of blood. The crowd let out a collective, horrified gasp, the sound echoing off the glass dome like a shatter of ice. "The fire!" Lady Elara’s voice shrieked from the front row. "It’s turning… She’s rejected!"

When we finished it was well past eleven, but we had plenty to show for it. As I surveyed our handiwork, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Rows of vials and bottles lined the kitchen table, each filled with a different concoction designed to both annoy and inflict pain. The first row gleamed with a crimson and orange liquid that seemed to dance and swirl of its own accord. Nicholas’s Fyre serum could burn through metal, which meant demon flesh should be nothing. Those were only to be used as a last resort since only Ysenia’s Elixir could extinguish the flames.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as the chilly night air does nothing to quell the fear that grips me in this moment, facing off against a woman who is clearly unhinged and dangerous. The arachne materialises beside her, its eight legs skittering towards me as I draw my blade in a swift arc. I throw my blade severing the leash to stop Felicity climbing back up onto the top of the Arachne. I see Kara and Elio appear, their hands slamming into the ground with an explosive force. A wall of raging fire erupts around us, trapping us inside like insects in a jar. The intense heat radiating off the flames causes the arachne to recoil in terror, its fur singeing and smoking. These are no ordinary f

As a fire-element Gifted, flames exploded across his entire body. Hayley calmly watched the fire roaring around him. Then, she lifted her cuffed hands. The next second, a blazing wave of fire burst from her palm like the sun itself. Gerard's flames were instantly swallowed by a stronger inferno. Boom! His body slammed into the wall behind him, charred black. He was barely breathing. The only reason he survived was that he himself was a level-5 fire-element Gifted. Otherwise, that single strike would have killed him outright.

It spread quickly, fire crawling up the walls, curling the stained wallpaper and charring the ceiling. Pausing a moment, Vergel tapped an earbud, swaying to the beat as he watched the pretty show. When the fire was licking at his boots, he finally returned to the creature and kicked it, hard, in the ribs. At the satisfying crack of bones, Vergel smiled cruelly, then bent and hoisted it over his shoulder. Whistling merrily, he walked out of the blazing house and got back on his bike.

“Then I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen. He snapped his fingers. And Calista’s body burst into flames under Hellfire.

I am unable to look away, although I really don’t want to see what happens either. Her nostrils flare, and an inferno of red fire shoots out of her mouth. A blood curdling scream erupts from my father upon impact, causing a shiver to run down my body. Our father was many things – but he was no pussy. For him to be screaming like that, it must be absolutely excruciating.