Greek Fire Book Novels & Stories

“We didn't tell you because we don't know if it's important but there's a letter we saw in professor Ericson's office when we were there last session.” “Where was I?” she inquired. “Making plans for the burials,” Wilkes said. “We didn't want to add to your already full hands so we kept them yo ourselves.” “Yes. We found it when we went with Dr. Alvin Clarks and the others to professor Ericson's office to retrieve Dr. Giovanni's corpse from the cavern.” “I kinda feel betrayed I wasn't told now but we're good,” she said. “What is in the letter?” “We don't know. When we saw it, we were to eager not to get caught with it if one of Dr. Alvin's men came out so we just found it and the next second,

Mariah asked, “If it’s dangerous, why to keep it?” Immediately a fire started right at the heart of the book causing Anna and Mariah to gasp, leaning back as Abigail watched the fire Ena had started right in between the pages of the book till it died out. Ena put her hand down withdrawing the fire, "it has been tried, but as you can see, it can't be destroyed. This is not a regular book. This is not just dark magic," she replied and the witches were awed at the sight of the book which stood proudly the same as before.

It was the Nine Light Holy Fire! The ground started to spurt fire as well. It was an inferno! Divine Order's Flame and Ground Fire intermingled to burn the entire army of the Zago race in a sea of fire. The mysterious woman was filled with pain. Black smoke wafted into the air, and her true form appeared.

The stunning woman suddenly controlled the ancient book and slowly attacked the huge fire array at the front. Almost at the same time, waves of laughter suddenly sounded...

There was a woman covered in fire just like me. Was she my mother? "Don't keep me in suspense , what does the book say?" Noah asked. I took a deep breath reading the first sentence and the air left my body. I read the words out loud. "Hestia the goddess of fire was created to cause destruction to mankind." Was I a weapon just like her?

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

He took another deep breath and crossed to the center of the courtyard. Oliver stopped and studied the words which had been engraved into the polished black marble. They were meant to inspire others to greatness and to give hope, just as the fire of Prometheus was. But though fire can provide warmth and illumination, it could also bring about death and destruction and chaos. It was only in the choice of the beholder as to which outcome would be determined. He reached into the depths of his soul, commanding his body, mind, and spirit to align so that he would be able to control the ancient, powerful flames. Then, he stretched out his hand into the void and called forth the first fire of human

To get things straight, I don't fear needles, I just fear getting sick and my cautious behavior was a result of my fear. After the doctor drew my blood, he opened the glass bottle with the golden liquid and added some of it into my blood which was now in a separate glass tube. For a whole full minute, nothing seemed to happen. Not even a slight change, no sizzling or dramatic scientific colouration, it was as if my blood ate all the gold from the liquid. I half expected the combination to burst into a giant cloud of blue colour but it didn't. From the doctor's confused faces, I realized that the no change was not normal.

Only, instead of a sword, he’s wielding fireballs instead. A piercing scream leaves my lips when the figure aims the scorching flames at me, and instinctively my hand rises in the air to protect myself. By some miracle, or maybe it was pure instinct on my part, a shield suddenly appears before me to block off the attack. The shield is made of flaming glass, curved to enclose my entire body within its protection.

It went on in silence for a while now, with just the sound of the utensils being heard. Grimshaw was more pissed than ever that morning. The previous night had his arsenal set on fire from the inside core. Luckily it had been stopped early enough, but this was no ordinary fire. It was greek fire and one of which only a few knew was being stored in his storages in secret. This fire never went off once being lit except through a lot of combined effort of feeding it with more fuel. Water does not put it out but enhances it more, yet someone had put it in the middle of his arsenal.