Smoke And Steel Novels & Stories

He could bearly breathe,be it the smoke in the room,the bloody and old smell of the room or the oppressive aura jake emits Steve finds it difficult to stay calm as he shakes all over and struggles for breath. He had been standing for over five minutes and Jake did nothing but smoke,the more time passed by the more he knows he’s about to meet his doom. Jake had his back turned to Steve the whole time,smoking. He drops the cigarette on the floor,steps on it firmly with precise strength and turns around slowly. Black lines formed on his forehead as his hands bulge into a fist,shaking. The veins on his forehead bulges threatening to burst out of his skin and his eyes red and bloodshot.

The fire at the foundry burned for hours, a pillar of smoke twisting up into the night sky like a curse. The next morning, half the city could see it — the black stain curling above the skyline, the sound of metal screaming as it melted. And beneath that smoke, the name whispered through Garden Metro like a fever. The Black Sun.

It moved speedily and as it was seen, it was a dark variegated smoke, having red flares in its darkness. It passed through walls and buildings and their layers until it finally stopped at one. The smoke settled at the floor, right before a tall castle, that differed from the palace and suddenly it sank inside. It was seen again at an underground area. More like a dungeon. Fire touches were by the crafted sides of the narrow way to brighten it up. This dungeon wasn't as gold as the upper world might be but it was modern. Sealed metallic walls, lights, tiled floors. The smoke moved faster by the sound it heard, passing through rooms that were locked with the modern world doors. White doors wit

Every second felt like a fuse hissing toward something I already knew was gone. By the time we reached the docks, I could see the smoke curling above the harbor before we even turned the corner. The warehouse was a fucking inferno. Flames poured from the roof, steel groaned. Something inside collapsed with a crash that echoed across the water. Ash snowed from the sky. Red and orange glowed through the twisted steel skeleton of what used to be the biggest stash on this side of Chicago. I stepped out of the car and into hell.

to keep his composure, and then he started nodding at me. "You are right Smoke. I am being rude. I came to tell you we do not need a war. I do want only two things from you, and then you will not need to deal with the Peak Crew anymore." I knew already what he wanted, he wanted Takara. Henry will not allow that to happen. I looked at my computer monitor knowing my men could see me in their security apps, hoping someone was watching. I needed someone to control the hot potato because he would walk around burning all of them. As for the other thing, I am not sure. I have no idea what else he could want from me. I stood up slowly and walked to the bar to pour another glass. When I turned to lo

Chapter 20: The Fire and the Birth The heat was instantaneous. It wasn't the slow creeping warmth of a summer day. It was a physical blow. The flames that erupted at the base of the steel door climbed the treated logs like a living creature. Black smoke, thick and oily, rolled across the ceiling, choking the little air left in the sealed cabin. I coughed, dropping to my knees. The smoke burned my eyes, turning the world into a blur of orange and gray.

"HAVEN!" My scream rips through the choking smoke, raw and useless. No answer comes back, only the hungry roar of flames and the distant, brutal clash of combat somewhere deeper in the haze. The smoke isn't normal. It's thick, oily, purple-black instead of honest grey. It tastes like sulfur and rot on my tongue. Dark magic. The kind that burns hotter, meaner, and clings to skin like poison. Donovan's hand clamps around my forearm, iron-hard.

Steel took a deep breath and said, "I want a thousand soldiers to open the city's entrance and defend it. We're going to welcome Sir Draco home." "Yes, sir!" *** Novemton's massively secure gates opened, and a total of a thousand fully armed soldiers stood on both sides of the entrance. Steel had ordered a hundred thousand men to build these gates and walls around the city, which was completed in a few days. These were the walls that protected everyone inside from the monsters. Since Steel was the one who ordered the walls to be built, the survivors call it the Wall of Steel. They looked to him as their leader, and he protected them ardently.

And he was laughing - actually laughing like this was all some kind of joke. Then he threw something small and round onto the ground between us and his snipers. Smoke filled the air immediately, thick and choking. Military grade stuff that burned your eyes and made it impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction. Professional work again. These weren't street thugs looking to rob us - this was organized, planned out in advance. I heard Lena coughing somewhere to my left, heard her gun still firing even though she couldn't see her targets. Good girl. Keep shooting, keep them honest, make them think twice about rushing us in the smoke.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."