Smoke And Steel Novels & Stories

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.

"What can you do? I have the upper hand." Smoke seeped from Am-Heh's fingers, small flames sparkling on the tips as his rage kindled, stirring more potently in his blood as he drew the fury from the havoc being crafted about the globe, giving some reprieve to the suffering millions. "Fire can cause many issues with steel. Magically enhanced or otherwise."

"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."

~~~~~~Kyra's Dream~~~~ Smoke...gray and thick, so thick I can barely see ahead of me. The world around me is consumed by it, a choking haze. My eyes are itchy and watering, and my throat is sore and scratchy. The smoke claws at my lungs and stings my eyes. My breath is ragged and shallow, the acrid smell of burning wood and charred earth filling my nostrils. My vision is a blur of shifting shadows, and no matter where I turn, the smoke only seems to grow thicker, obscuring everything.

I couldn’t afford mistakes. A mistake meant waking up in a hospital bed—or worse, not waking up at all. **** Saturday night. The air crackled with electricity, thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, and the undeniable scent of violence waiting to happen. The steel mill was packed. A crowd of rough-looking men and women, some clutching wads of cash, others just here for the thrill of watching someone bleed. Makeshift torches flickered, casting shadows that danced on rusted beams. I adjusted the tape on my knuckles, the sticky residue pulling at my skin. My stomach twisted—not with fear, but with something close to it.

His eyes—dark, bottomless wells of something old—met mine. And he smiled. Like he'd already won. The bitter odour of smoke hung in the night air, thick and suffocating, wrapping itself around me like a cord. Ash drifted gently, smouldering embers pouring onto the ground as flames engulfed the pack house behind us. The familiar walls that once stood there remained a blackened skeleton, cracking, crumbling, falling to the flames' ravenous appetite. But nothing else happened. Because they were present.

The study is nothing like the rest of the penthouse. It’s darker, more enclosed, the walls lined with shelves full of books that don’t look decorative. Hardcovers with worn spines. Titles that suggest strategy, history, economics. The desk is heavy wood, solid and unadorned, its surface neat to the point of severity. Papers are stacked in precise piles. A leather notebook lies open beside a crystal tumbler, amber liquid catching the light. And next to it, unmistakable even at a glance, is a gun.

He tries to not smoke in front of others especially in front of the girls because they will start giving him lectures and use their emotional torture on him to quit smoking. Though all the men in Sheerazi family except Azlan pretend to not consume any products that harm their health but they all consume it occasionally. Sometimes because they have to and sometimes to relieve their stress. "What are you doing here at this hour of night? Will you Mind if I join you? " Azlan's voice boomed in the silent place breaking the peaceful silence in the environment Zarun crushed the cigarette and looked at Azlan. "nothing actually i was not feeling sleepy so thought to spend some time here alone. What

The wetness of Enola pussy led the long thick stroke of Bruno to be plugged inside her absorbable organ. “ oh..oh…oh..oh ..easy baby..oh….oh”, she moaned.