Marvel Firestar Novels & Stories

The violent, blinding violet fire of the Star-Code had been entirely extinguished, consumed by the catastrophic energy expenditure of the strike. Baraka’s right arm hung uselessly at his side. The bones in his forearm and wrist were fractured in a dozen places, shattered by the sheer, incomprehensible density of Malik’s gravitational shield. The Caloric Debt was no longer just knocking at the door; it was tearing his internal organs apart, feeding on his muscle tissue to keep his heart beating.

Steam vented from the hydraulic pipes, creating a thick mist on the concrete floor. Jackson Sterling stepped out of the lead vehicle. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo or a tactical vest today. He was wearing a form-fitting, pressurized flight suit made of dark carbon-fiber mesh. It looked like armor from the future. "Showtime," Jackson whispered. As the mist cleared, the beast inside the hangar was revealed. It wasn't a standard NASA rocket. It was a predator. The Black Star. A sleek, triangular spacecraft, painted matte black to absorb radar waves and starlight. It didn't look like it was built by human hands; it looked like it was carved from obsidian.

The silence was absolute. Marcus stood next, displaying burns across his arms. "I'm sixteen. I manifested fire three weeks ago and lost control. Burned my hands trying to stop it. My pack exiled me. The coalition facility took me in, taught me control, gave me sanctuary. Yesterday, men with silver weapons tried to kill me while I slept. I survived because Luna Kaia's security team protected me. But I shouldn't need protection from terrorists. I should have Continental Council backing saying my existence is legitimate and attacks against me will be punished."

, she finished and sent the message. Ekaris on his own side believed that he has betrayed eventually every member of the Paragons. His selfish desires made him so outrageous and over smart. Thank God the truth came out, the incident would have continue on a low as usual. He had no where to travel to because of the mother. Not like he didn’t have a place to go but the condition of the mother didn’t allow him or gave him space to go where he wanted. So from then, he decided to be a living ghost, he rarely came out of the house and at least, it gave him time to take care of his mother.

Gina had flown halfway into the air. She was about to use one of True Light Fist's killer moves, Extraterrestrial Flying Star. This move required one to acquire power from the stars in the sky. Besides the sun, the stars in the sky included many planets that were burning with flames. Extraterrestrial Flying Star acquired the energy from these flaming planets to rain down from the sky while being pumped with power. It was to accumulate maximum power for an instant kill. Mork had no will of his own. No one knew if he still retained memories of True Light Fist under Travis' control. Mork put up a stance of his most powerful defense.

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.

I know the owner of the helicopter. “My enemy, who came from the Fire Pack, started moving. The second show will begin. Franz. Prepare the next weapon and activate the second level of armor on the car body!” I gave him orders while wearing an anti-missile vest.

She growled before breathing out fire to his body. "I won't fail!. I won't fall to this pathetic monster!. I won't!" He whispered strongly in his mind as the fire charred most of his skin. For his parents,for Greece,For Arthur,Vincent and Sabrina,For Reece and for his Family. He won't fail!. He marched against the scorching fire with his eyes growing brightly more than ever. His body were healing quickly even as the fire burned. His veins were glowing green and so was the stake in his hand. It got to the point her fire stopped affecting him. Once he reached closer to her. He struck her quickly in the heart with a proud smile plastered all over his face.

He leaped from the roof, falling eighty stories and landing on a commando-unit with the force of a meteor, leaving a crater in the mossy pavement. Kael didn't breathe fire; he Ignited the Air. He turned the oxygen around the exo-suits into a localized "Fire-Storm," melting the diesel engines into useless lumps of lead. The Twins were a silver blur of "Speed-Glitches," appearing behind the commandos and severing their air-hoses before they could even register a movement. Elara stood at the edge of the roof, her golden hair whipping in the wind. She looked at the Scrap-Lords' flagship—a massive, rusted carrier known as the C.S.S. Anachronism.

With a synchronized click that sounded like a bone snapping in the silence, all three children pressed their palms onto the plates. A pillar of pure white light erupted from the center of the hangar, piercing through the reinforced mountain ceiling like a needle through silk. The Starfang Ark didn't just turn on; it roared. The engines ignited with a sound that drowned out the world, a blue-white fire that turned the slush on the floor into instant, blinding steam. The entire mountain range seemed to shudder, the Frost-Pins groaning under the sudden birth of a star within their heart. "Final authorization required," the voice boomed, the sound now shaking the very stones beneath our feet. "A