Reviews Prepared Hero Fire Blanket Novels & Stories

White vapor began streaming out, sinking fast toward the floor. ​"Halon," Kaelen grunted, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into the middle of the room, away from the vents. ​"The vault locks airtight three minutes after the fire system dumps," Greta said over the intercom, her voice starting to fade like she was walking away from the desk. "Halon pushes out the oxygen to stop electrical fires. By the time the Ironbound guys come down to collect the drives from Box 408, you'll both be out of air. Goodbye, Kaelen."

He pulled away the thick blanket Amara placed over me. The blanket was burning and the fire was already a feet high. Mandy swiftly grabbed the fire extinguisher and put off the fire. “I’m sorry about this, Serra.” Mandy pointed the fire extinguisher at me and swept it all over my body. White cloud-like foam covered my sight but nothing happened. I still feel like I was having a high fever. My vision slowly blurred out. I couldn’t see their faces. I didn’t have a choice but close them. “Now get her to the bath. Quick!” Amara instructed.

“…Yeah.” “Although they’ll be using real fire, it won’t touch us. Did you see those firefighters, the truck, and the extinguishers?” Zarius pointed at the standby team. “They’re professionals—trained to respond to dangerous situations. So, there’s nothing to worry about. This scene is very safe.” Danice nodded. Director Choi had assured her of the same thing. Scene 47 was divided into several parts—the bully’s smoking, the fire spreading, and then Zeke’s scene inside the warehouse.

I hissed, turning my hands upwards and reaching for my core. My hands bloomed with yellow light, growing warm with heat, before sizzling with a blue flame. I almost jumped. At the same moment, I noticed something different about me. I made to run to the mirror before I froze, scooping up the charred blanket and stuffing it into a laundry bag. It should remain there while I figure out what I would do about it. I hope the omegas don’t miss it too much. There are probably a thousand blankets divided into batches for every royalty in the Alpha house, so I don’t think anyone would miss one blanket.

She would just have to figure something out. Celine ran the rest of the way to the back of the stables and almost shouted in glee when she found the emergency kit intact. There was a fire extinguisher, blanket, mask, gloves, bolt cutters, flashlight, and other miscellaneous first aid stuff. Quickly, she put on the mask and gloves, wrapped herself in the fire blanket, grabbed the bolt cutters, and shoved the second flashlight in her pocket.

" Peter cried from the kitchen as his mom raced to him. By this time, part of the kitchen and the parlor was almost burnt down. "I've got you. Ok? I've got you" she said as she took the overheated blanket off his body and placed on the ground. The roof was on fire already. She poured water on the blanket as Peter started coughing because of the smoke, she coughed too but she had to stay strong for Peter. She used the wet and cold blanket to cover Peter as she carried him and started running. The way outside the kitchen had been crossed by a burning wood that fell down. She jumped past it as she and Peter fell on the ground and started coughing.

Jax coughed, the smoke clawing at his throat. He didn't have time to hunt her. The fire was spreading across the wool rug, licking at the legs of the sofa where Ginny lay unconscious. Jax ripped off his tactical vest, using the heavy Kevlar plates to beat back the flames, stomping with his heavy boots until the fire died down into a smoldering, acrid mess.

The blanket would serve many things today. These were pups, not human toddlers. They would fight first and run second. It was just part of their instinct. It would keep them from seeing the mangled corpse of their mother and keep them warm as they responded to the surrounding trauma. He found the urge to get the two out of there as fast as possible. Even though his people worked to get the fire out. They would have to stop it as it was a garbage fire and there was no telling what they dumped in there. They all prayed there was nothing explosive or poisonous in there.

I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

He pulled a small remote from his pocket and pressed a button he had programmed during his recovery. A series of industrial-grade halon fire extinguishers in the ceiling detonated, flooding the hallway with a thick, white chemical fog. The lasers vanished, scattered by the particles. The mercenaries shouted, their night-vision goggles becoming useless flares of blinding white light as the fog reflected the infrared back into their eyes.