Obi Fire Force Novels & Stories

He stepped into the center of the magma wall. "Breathe, he's fine. It couldn't have burnt him." I heard Silver. When my eyes rested on her, her eyes were red with crying. I didn't need the power to sense the danger. I could feel it inside me that they were going to face something very dangerous. "Fire is in his blood." Elizabeth said. Fear was visible in her eyes. I could only nod my head. My eyes never left him. The magma pushed away from him, showing waves of blue water.

He pondered these questions, even as he went about his daily routines and responsibilities. ******************************* Isabella Grace Montgomery had always been known for her ambition and assertiveness. She was a commanding presence in the office, a woman who knew what she wanted and didn't hesitate to demand it. Her staff respected her for her dedication, but there were moments when her demeanor could be harsh and imperious. One particularly stressful morning, Isabella stormed into the office, her high heels clicking loudly against the polished floor. She was met with a room full of hushed whispers and nervous glances from her employees. She wasted no time in addressing the team.

It's a breathtaking sight, one that fills me with awe. As I watch in amazement, Loic enjoys my awed reactions, a smile playing on his lips. The fire engulfs his arm, a shimmering veil of warmth and light, and my concern bursts out. "Loic, be careful! The fire...it could hurt you!" He chuckles softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Isa. Fire cannot harm me, I was born from the flames." With a wave of his hand, the flames dissipate, leaving his arm unscathed without a single blemish.

He looked through me like I was a misfired weapon. “You’re not wolf,” he said. “You shouldn’t exist.” Everything in me went silent. Then — boom. Fire. My chest pulsed. Heat flooded my veins. The engine block beside me hissed loudly. Flames erupted from the hood, roaring upward. Travis screamed and lunged for the extinguisher. I stood still. Hands trembling. Eyes glowing in the reflection of the fire. Kael didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. He just turned his head to his scout and said, “Told you. She’s unstable.”

"Morgan," Tucker called out, his voice as cold as ice. Morgan's complexion drained of all color. With his forehead on the ground, he begged for mercy, "Tucker… I was wrong… Everything was my fault… I was confused… I didn't mean for any of this to happen…" Tucker, however, ignored his desperate pleas. Without a word, he grabbed his phone and made a quick call. "Have him removed." After ending the call, Tucker gazed down at Morgan and declared, "As of today, you're no longer part of the Flint family."

“Boom!” The violent jolt blacked out my vision for a moment, my organs feeling as if they’d shifted inside me. Yet through the dust, a surge of grim satisfaction coursed through me when I saw their terrified faces. Just as I steadied the car and prepared for the next strike, a deafening roar filled the air. The massive sound of a helicopter drew near, and through the loudspeakers above came the team manager’s voice. “Found them! Fire brigade! Put out the fire!”

The head in the video laughs loudly and says, “The love of the Moreno family is always suicidal. Now decide, Lucas—will you save Sofia, or will that bio-bomb little Sofia explode in your arms?” I run toward little Sofia’s room, but before I reach the door, I see that little Sofia’s eyes have turned completely red. In a mechanical tone she begins to speak, “Target identified. Sofia Moreno… destruction sequence initiated. 10… 9… 8…”

Another message. Do it now. I know what they want. A kill switch. A cascade failure. Something irreversible. I delete the message. And feel the weight of that choice settle permanently. Enemy POV: Subject Vale refuses compliance. Escalate to punitive demonstration. Rowan POV: We’re halfway back when the explosion hits. Not near us. Near Selene. The tower shakes on the horizon, a plume of smoke rising. My blood turns to ice. “She’s fine,” Lucien says quickly, reading feeds. “Controlled blast. Symbolic.”

The Wolves' Territory Sunday, July 9th 09:27 I'LL SHOW, BUT DON'T TELL "Men break too." "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Isabella shouted as she walked toward Lani, who was dismounting Scar's motorcycle. Lani had a huge urge to roll her eyes yet she stopped herself, she was respectful toward Isabella as she was her motherly figure, "I was out, Isa, I'm sorry if I scared you..." Lani compromised as she neared Isabella.