Karim Fire Force Novels & Stories

Fire lord Leto:(stands up from his throne and goes to Almo)I want Karl's head on a silver platter,if you can assure me that you will get it then we can be allies Almo:then its a deal your majesty,you will get Karl's head on a silver platter Fire lord Leto:then we can be allies,better keep to your word or am coming for your planet Romero:we will your majesty Fire lord Leto:very well you can both (as he heads to the royal bedroom) Almo:(looks at Romero as they both leave the palace)the king will be pleased. Romero:yes he will but how can we get Karl's head Almo:we will get it with their help (as he and Romero both enter their spaceships and leave for mars)

It smashes against the doorframe, right in the center of the rushing mob. FWOOM. Liquid fire sprays everywhere. Men scream. They drop their weapons, batting at the flames engulfing their legs and chests. The doorway turns into a wall of fire. "Hold the line!" Drakon shouts, firing into the smoke. But they aren't stopping. They are pushing through the fire. They are climbing over the burning bodies of their brothers. A Reaper bursts through the flames, his arm on fire. He raises a submachine gun. He sprays the room.

Every morning I have woken up thinking it was all a dream. I don’t have to use spells or anything either thus far. I think of what I want to happen, and most of the times it does. I just have to think outside the box more. It might have went faster if Elijah had been able to free up some time though. I can master those nasty ass fireballs now, though! If Flynn ever tries anything again, he is toast. ‘Pssssh! He would have been anyway! We are a DRAGON!’ Ares bristles.

If Aram was strong, Karis could control fire, like me. When Aram shifted his attention to me, Karis preyed on that chance. He attacked Aram by igniting flames to his side. Aram's fur began to burn, he started howling. "Aram! Run fast to the stream. Now!" I spoke to him in my thoughts. I saw his reluctance through those sparkling orbs and heard him whimper but I would never let Aram die. Not today. "Go now, my friend! I can handle them!" with my rigorous voice, he followed in the end. The flame on his fur was getting bigger, his whimper was getting louder, and I saw Karis chase him to the stream.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

I grasped Flame’s hand in mine then followed Xaivier away from the crowd. Two men met us before we could reach them. Xaivier held a hand up before they could speak and led the way to the table where the boxes were piled. “Xaivier Zamira” the man with the shaved black hair I had met read from one of the many stapled pages before him “also known as Wildfire. Chekirim born.” “That’s me” he sighed back “can we just get this over with? You’ve been keeping us here long enough.”

The Fiercely fire fox emerged from Mysterious body in Full force, Flames charged at the first Alamala slamming the Alamala hard on the ground. Flames used his long tail to hit the fast approaching Alamala backwards sending it crashing hard on the ground, Evading the black plasma beams from the eyes of the Alamalas, Flames Slashed the two Alamalas down with his flaming claws which caused the Alamalas to scream in pains. " Remaining two to go and it is over " Flames whispered.. He Teleported himself to the back of the already charged Alamala slamming the Alamala hard on the ground, Flames trampled on the skull crushing the Alamala's skull ruthlessly.

Then my gaze fell on Cara. She stood in the fading moonlight, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin streaked with blood that wasn’t hers. She held herself tall, shoulders squared, but I saw the tremor in her fingers, the faint shaking in her knees. And still she looked like fire. Still, she burned, even in the aftermath of war. Kai snarled inside me, demanding I go to her, mark her, take her, claim what was ours. She fought beside us. She bled with us. She is ours.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

He shouted, "Capture that sub-adult! After that, retreat immediately!" Then, he said to the sub-adult, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to harm you. Don't worry. I won't harm you. Once I'm Kaiser, I will bring you back." The sub-adult seemed to understand what Lukas said. Its eyes reddened as it cocked its head to the sky and roared. Then, the Wolfire opened its mouth and spat a flame at the elite soldiers. The fire stretched for several meters. It immediately struck the elite soldiers in front of it. Those elite soldiers had no time to flee. They grunted in pain as they rolled around on the ground, trying to put out the fire. However, they were burned to their death.