Marvel Firestar Novels & Stories

The fog was alive, swirling around me, and I realized with a jolt that this was the blight itself. I had to do something. I reached deep inside myself, searching for the power I knew was there. The flame of Hestia, the gift that had been passed down through generations. I could feel it flickering inside me, waiting to be unleashed. With a deep breath, I let it out, allowing the warmth to spread through me. The fog recoiled, hissing as the flames began to burn it away. But then I saw it—a figure, monstrous and twisted, surrounded by the fog. It turned its hollow eyes on me and let out a bone-chilling scream. “Leave!” it roared, its voice echoing in my mind.

Unfortunately, perhaps because the owner had lost power or the cost of maintaining the house was quite costly, the building had been left alone. As Justin pushed the door open, they were presented with an elegant interior design. Although the arrangement looked messy, the few items that were there were not random. “You're late,” someone said, making Justin laugh. “Bringing a famous model to this place is no easy task.” Justin said between laughs. Which was met with an annoyed snort from Celine. “Introducing, this is my brother. Zephyr. Commander of the Special Division of the Centralia Intelligence Agency.” Celine gaped at Justin. She couldn't believe what had just slipped from Justin's lips

(What could be the reason that Amber was hesitating to tell me? I swear I will burn the world down if anything happened to her) He asked Amber “I hope you are not planning to get lucky.” Amber looked back still driving and listening to the Falcone's. His furrowed brows confirmed that he was oblivious to what Falcone was uttering. Falcone grinned, lopsidedly “We are gonna launch my designed velocità pistola which is advanced booked but its test is not done due to my busy schedule . It can pierce any 8 layer metal.”

He went to the trailer and returned with a glass of water in his hands. Martha resumed looking at the stars. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" She asked and smiled. Fred nodded. He had found a hobby in staring at the stars. They sat in silence for a while before Martha turned to him. "You should rest. You just got back from the hospital," she said. "Don't worry about me mum, I got a lot of rest in the hospital," he said. "But you still need to rest," Martha insisted. Fred smiled. "Okay, let's go inside," Fred said.

I only stop the stream of fire when Ember tries to blast me with hers. “Do it, Kenna,” she says, asking me to kill her. “Gladly,” I snarl, sending another concussion bomb of fire and hatred at her and Merellien. She screams falling to the earth as Merellien burns alive on her back. Then, I turn my attention to Nylion who thought it would be a good idea to try and run from me. I send a stream of fire behind him, chasing him as he runs, toying with him the way he toyed with Laiken and Naevys. When I finally tire of playing with him, I light his legs on fire, watching him burn slowly.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"Yellowstone. They’re going for the Forge." "Marcus!" Jack barked. The towering Shield Guardian snapped to attention, his golden kinetic armor flaring to life. "Katherine! We are mobilizing. Ben, keep the fleet on high alert in orbit. If anything white and geometric tries to enter my airspace, charge them a toll they can't afford with orbital railguns." Katherine racked the bolt of her void-sniper. "We're going to a supervolcano to fight a cosmic computer virus. Just another Tuesday in the Sterling family."

Selith Vayne roars, slamming her metal cup straight onto the iron tray. Slam! The greasy wolf fat splashes into the open fire pit, making a massive, blinding sheet of flame shoot directly toward my face. "Jarrod! Your hand!" Mireya Duskrell screams in horror. "Are you completely mad, Selith?" Draven Calder growls, his massive, pale alpha hand already gripping the blazing iron handle and ripping the heat away from the table before the fire can touch my skin. "Ugh," Draven grunts, tossing the burning metal into the dirt while his thick fingers twitch from the blistering heat.

​The sky above them turned into a blinding, featureless sheet of pure white fire as the kinetic rod entered the lower atmosphere, the extreme friction vaporizing the falling frost into long, dramatic trails of superheated steam. ​Silas Cross’s face on the secondary monitor shrieked one last time through the absolute static, his desperate corporate arrogance transforming into wide-eyed, primal terror as he realized the massive iron fortress wasn't fleeing the basin—it was aiming back at his masters. "You madmen! You’ll detonate the entire upper layer—!" ​"Fire," Vivian ordered coldly. ​BOOM————!!!