Greek Fire Book Novels & Stories

There was a slight hesitation in me, but despite that, I exhaled and touched the book. A gust of fire gushed out of the book. I backed off the side and covered myself with my arms. I had thought that it would burn me – taking a peek at the two women who were with me, they were back away from the fire, Leah patted the small flame that got on her pants, Lyv helping her put it out.

‘So much for gym class! Giving up, Jake stopped heaving and set the book on his lap. “You show up in my life and now you can't open! And I’m talking to a...” He had hardly finished that statement when a low whirring sound filled the toilet followed by what Jake could see was fire. The book opened itself up, its pages flipping madly and at the very centre of it, a fountain of orange flames shot up about three feet in the air. ‘What the fuck!’ Jake quickly grabbed the book by the sides when a rapping came on the door.

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.

Lucian straightened. “Which makes her more dangerous than we anticipated.” Aurelia’s hands curled into fists. Selene had always been calculating. The chamber doors burst open. A scout stumbled in, bloodied and gasping. “My king” Lucian turned sharply. “What happened?” “The eastern watchtowers have fallen.” Cassian swore under his breath. “How?” The scout’s voice shook. “They used silverfire.” The room froze. Aurelia’s blood ran cold. Silverfire was ancient. Forbidden. A weapon designed specifically to burn through Lycan defenses. A weapon lost centuries ago. Lucian’s expression became lethal.

"And burn everything. This cursed place must be cleansed by fire." Warriors moved through the chambers, checking for survivors and dragging bodies into piles. Others gathered anything that could burn furniture, books, etc, and added them to the growing pyre. When all was ready, Elder Silvarum raised his staff. Fire erupted from its tip, catching on the carefully constructed piles. Flames spread quickly, devouring centuries of Ancient history and power. The warriors withdrew as the fire grew, consuming everything in its path. They gathered outside to watch as black smoke grew up into the sky, carrying away the legacy of their oldest enemy.

Another time, he disappeared in the crush, only to emerge moments later, sword dripping red, his voice still commanding. But even Gabriel’s strength could not mask the truth. The defenders were weary. Their arms heavy, their numbers thinning. For every ladder they toppled, two more rose. For every foe they felled, another stepped forward. And then came the fire. Torches, hurled over the walls, ignited where they fell. Hay, oil, even the wooden beams of the stables caught, flames leaping high. Smoke coiled thick and choking, turning the sky into a shroud of gray. Panic rippled through the men as firelight danced in their eyes.

Of course, no names were written in the book—each world was represented only by a golden point of light. If my guess was correct, this was the one-of-a-kind travel grimoire known throughout the world as The Nine Realms Book of the Fire God. But why would Lan possess such a book? It was unbelievable. Suddenly, I recalled my conversation with Shia the night before. I had asked her whether someone as powerful as Lan could possibly be one of the Twelve Prime Gods.

Jackson’s breathing became unsteady. “I wasn’t supposed to lose you,” he whispered. The wind carried his words into the silent night. “I was supposed to save you.” His vision blurred with tears. “You promised we would have more time.” His voice broke. Slowly, he stepped forward and lowered the torch toward the dry wood beneath the pyre. The flame caught quickly. The herbs ignited first, releasing a strong fragrant smoke that curled upward toward the moonlit sky. Within moments the fire began spreading through the stacked logs, crackling softly as it consumed the wood. The flames slowly climbed higher. Jackson stepped back as the fire grew brighter.

Wilkes asked impatiently. “Fire.” She paused and her eyes glinted with excitement when Harold dug the knife into its legs. “Fire physically has no effect on it but it doesn't know that. If it sees us with flames in our hands, it'll retreat, but if it doesn't and we manage to get to it with fire, it'll kill us still. The main point is that it must see us with the fire.” “How was this kind of creature useful in the war?” Wilkes asked, watching Harold who was crawling to Penelope's rifle.

Athen opened his eyes, he was confused as to what was happening, he could hear Hugo yelling "Poluk is on fire" suddenly Athen came to his senses, he looked at Poluk, huge red flames of fire had engulfed whole area, Athen being shocked slowly said "What is happening", Hugo asked Athen to get ready as they were going to Poluk to see the matter, Athen and Hugo rushed to Poluk they could see whole Poluk burnt into ashes, few villagers were lying a bit outside, Hugo and Athen went to villagers, "Hey what happened? Who did this?" Athen asked them, one of them told Athen three men came and set whole village on fire.