Light It Up Like A Dynamite Novels & Stories

The ground shook. Then the light exploded.

Bang! An ear-splitting gunshot rang out as Liam's bullet pierced through the air and landed right on target, igniting the exposed dynamite. Boxes and boxes of dynamite erupted one after the other in rapid succession, like a row of cascading dominoes. In a split second, the campsite was engulfed by a flaming inferno, and the final explosion from the dynamite Liam had hidden underneath the tank blew the soldiers off their feet, launching them into the air. A deafening crash reverberated through Grand Pendragon Hill, so thunderous it felt as though the earth itself was shaking.

Or had he already gotten the explosives when he’d proposed the insane idea? “Carter, don’t do it!” But he already was. He pitched the stick into the air, its firecracker wick flaring, and the rest seemed to happen in slow motion Layla meeting her gaze, Carter scanning the trench, the dynamite stick arching through the air, the executives registering what was going on, the construction workers running for cover, the dynamite touching down, bouncing and rolling towards the stack of pipes. BOOM!

“Who is there? I yelled and the room went silent as if I hadn't heard the voice just now. I held my breath and looked at the wall, trying to touch it if I was going to see a lamp or a candle, or something that could serve as light for me. I was still making my move when all of a sudden the room was filled with light. It was a fire that burns blues like the one I used on Lydia. What is going on?

Oh, before I start the fire, I should start addressing you as my 'sister-in-law'," Dylan said as he took out a lighter from his pocket. He flicked the lighter and showed the flame to Lyla. Lyla was devastated when she saw the flickering flame. So, this was the end of her? "Please take care of my brother when you see him, my dear sister-in-law." Dylan smiled creepily. The dancing flame shone on the man's face, making his glare extremely terrifying to Lyla. "Goodbye." Dylan then threw the lighter to the corner of a wall. When the flame caught onto the gasoline, the fire instantly spread to every corner of the house.

His expression offered no hint of guilt or remorse for the act he was going to commit. In the next instant, he produced a lighter, moving farther away from the gasoline-soaked floor. With a flick of his thumb, a small flame ignited. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him toss the lighter into the gasoline. Flames erupted, spreading voraciously, devouring everything in their path. The fire spreading rapidly and hungrily consuming everything in its path.

With every ounce of strength, I held back the storm inside me. My voice trembled as I kept my anger under control, but my words cut like glass. "Get out, Lucas. Don't ever show up in front of me again. You make me sick!"

Lil Joe hadn't yet recovered from the effect of the water and the countless remnants of salt that picked away the tiny bits of his open flesh, tearing him up into tiny bits, life and energy slowly slipping out from his lips as he tried telling himself to normalcy. “Light him up!” I gave the command, dramatically snapping my fingers in the air. It didn't take a second more until I heard the sound of the colts of electricity, flowing from its underground channels, leaving its footprints as it raced down to it's Final Bus Stop, “The Confessor”. “Three!” “Two!”

Once more, the spectral red light materialized and attacked Dylan's body before wrapping itself around him. The movement of Dylan's body was abruptly put to a stop. This red light is significantly darker than the one before, if you look very closely, you can even make out the black that is concealed within it. Dylan braced himself, released the power necessary to block the red light, and then attacked the soldiers. But the red light was like a swan with intelligence; it immediately attacked Dylan's body and pinned his body to the ground. This continued until Dylan passed out. The light ripped the armor off of Dylan as it shone on him. Dylan's body began to tremble almost instantaneously as s

She lifted her arm and extended it, palm outward. Focusing her aim in a way that now came naturally to her, she fired a tight, two-inch wide yellow beam at the nearest carcass, striking the joint of one of the arms just below the giant pincer. Her beam cut easily through the cartilaginous material, and the pincer dropped to the ground. “Very cool,” Lights said approvingly. “Kind of like a laser—tight and concentrated. Blaze’s Power is more like a flamethrower—an extremely hot flamethrower.”