Gelatin X Firey Novels & Stories

Raverine cussed. “It’s heartbreaking, indeed.” A deep voice came echoing behind the door. The door swung open, creaking slowly as he made his appearance clear. “Well, she was burned, as the Fotia tradition says, and by the order of the Elders. Her body has become an ash, spread out to the desert, perhaps.” “Skoteinó,” Raverine called. “Agustine!” The guy named Skoteinó grinned at Raverine and shook his head. “Man, what a great taunt you made there at the vape shop.”

He reaches towards the body and then looks up at me to give me a reassuring smile. "Stay back baby," he says and I quickly take a few steps back. He lights the torch with a lighter and then opens the lighter, pouring it on the dead rogue's belly. Fenris then sets Xavier's body on fire. I watch as the body burns, a very putrid smell wafting off from the body, making me retch, violently but I control the urge once again.

Then his inventory cutting of and tracers that may have been on it. Sky Fire: Forms from large heat increases in the air. With a concentration of Ion energy, it would combust and burn for a few months if uncontained. If contained, nurturing will keep the fire constantly lit. A white cloudy fire. "Master Ren, why not speak with them? It couldn't hurt. Could it?" Jackson just finished doing some trades of his own. Various different seeds for new plants. As well as a new cauldron. The latter for experimentation. It was extremely old and might possibly have developed sentience.

Paper scraps. Gabriel watches for a split second, then he’s moving. He pulls off his tie. Rips the lining from his own jacket. We build a small pile of flammable material on the polished floor. "How do we light it?" I ask, my voice tight. Gabriel digs into his pocket. He pulls out two quarters. And a gum wrapper. Foil backed. "Emergency fire-starting. Quarters and foil. Battery principle." He folds the gum wrapper into a thin strip, shaping a bridge. He touches both quarters to opposite ends of the foil.

“Now.” But as they started to run, they saw flames beginning to lick at the edges of the hallway, coming from the direction of the gymnasium. The fire was spreading fast, faster than any normal fire should. And then, Kayla saw something that made her blood run cold. Through the smoke and the flames, she saw a figure standing near the gym doors. It was Tyler. He was holding a can of gasoline, and he was pouring it onto the floor, laughing maniacally.

Elena Valentine emerged slowly from the fog. Half of her face was horribly burnt, and one eye had turned white. ​"Did you think Lucas Smith could save you?" Elena gave a raspy laugh. "He was just a pawn. You were our real target. With the blood running through your veins, we will create thousands of super-soldiers. And what is inside that golden box is the new god of this world."

My jaw was so tight the muscles ached. "I am the matter that displaces the air." "Then let us see if your cells can withstand the pressure." He raised his hand. He did not fire a beam of energy. He unleashed a kinetic displacement. Black Fire. It was not a thermal combustion. It was a corrupted, oily distortion of space that crackled with red static. It surged toward me, smelling of scorched protein and biological decay. My skin began to crawl, the hair on my arms standing up as the charge in the air intensified.

Fireflies drifted lazily near the porch, their glow catching on the whisper-wards etched into the doorframe. Inside, the air was cool and scented with rosemary and night-blooming herbs. Jars lined the shelves—powders, petals, bones, oils—each arranged with ritual precision. The hearth sat cold, waiting. Selene struck flint to tinder. Flames climbed eagerly, filling the small home with golden light. Rowan crouched beside the fire without being asked. He added wood until it roared, heat rolling through the cottage in waves. The glow gilded the rugged lines of his body, turning his tattoos to molten gold and casting long shadows across the floor.

he demanded, his voice cold and commanding. I was taken aback by his dominating presence. Still, the pain ripping through me left me no choice. I abandoned any thought of caution. Consumed by the flood of emotions, my werewolf ears reappeared. With tears streaming down my face, the truth finally spilled from my lips. "Only a strong mate can keep me alive. I know it's you. I can feel your strength. You're the one I was always meant to find." I lifted my chin, letting my lips brush against his. "So, will you be mine?"

Gideon shouted sharply. In an instant, three heavenly flames erupted—Karmic Bloomfire, netherflame, and Earthcore Flame. They spiraled around Gideon's form. The temperature spiked dramatically as the three kinds of celestial flames started to scorch the sky trap net, leaving Alaric and the others visibly alarmed. At that moment, an elder reassured them, "Sir, there's no need to be concerned. The flames that were used to forge the sky trap net, although not as mighty as heavenly flames, are almost as potent.