Smoke And Steel Novels & Stories

Their guns sprayed liquid fire made of ink. “The script must be clean,” they chanted, “mistakes must burn.” The Author snatched a handful of papers from her desk. “Sorry for this,” she whispered. She tossed the pages into the air. > “In a world of steam and iron, the Doctor became a metal warrior…” Suddenly, the office transformed. Brass pipes lined the walls. Maya’s clothes thickened into copper armor, a steam cannon grew from her arm. > “In a world of magic, the Soul became a storm…”

And Arka did not have much time left. "Got it!" Steel Fang moved at once. Like a hunting dog, he swept through the room, knocking on the walls, checking every crack, searching for a vent, a pipe, or a hidden passage. There was no time for hesitation. *** Outside. The flames towered high. At last, the factory had completely collapsed, turning into a sea of fire and rubble. Black smoke rose into the sky like a giant tombstone. Bram simply stood in the distance. It was as if he was enjoying the entire spectacle. A cold smile spread across his face.

Before dawn, while everyone was still fast asleep, New World Group—one of the Croma faction's businesses that had just been renovated—went up in flames again. Joseph had planned and orchestrated the arson, but he wasn't there himself. Instead, he was keeping a low profile at the Traditional Medicine Center, going through the medical records of Skylar and the others. At the same time, he was still negotiating a deal with Natalie. She kept claiming she didn't have enough money and begged him not to charge her so much.

STEEL The door slammed shut behind us, and the air between us grew tight. I could hear her breathing hard, fast, broken — and it stoked the flames that'd been burning since I spotted her on his arm tonight. I closed the distance in two strides, every muscle tensed, every thought focused on her. She tried to stand up straight, chin high, but her hands trembled where she held her clutch. "Steel—" she started. I cut her off with a snarl. "Shut up, Sin." Her lips parted in surprise, and shock passed over her face, but she didn't move. She never moved when I talked that way. "You know what it did to me," I growled, my fist slamming into the wall beside her head. She winced but didn't back away. "

Giveon ~ let me go✨✨ Max leaves the room, I stay at the balcony enjoying the view and cold breeze. Andrei comes to meet me with a glass full of cognac. I nod at him as I take it from him. The substance burns deep in my throat, the moment it hits. It has been my only friend since she left. Just a few shots and I enter my world of oblivion but I can't afford to do that here. I might be getting married to the Italian mafia queen but till we tie the knots and the rings are resting on our fingers.... I'm still a stranger and I don't want to get too comfortable.

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – THE ASHES LIE The world smelt of burnt metal, diesel, and grief. I woke on my back, coughing smoke out of my lungs, my vision swimming in and out of focus. The scrapyard was unrecognisable—twisted steel, shattered glass, blackened earth. Flames still hissed from wrecked cars, glowing like the dying heartbeat of a battlefield that had taken too much. Pain crawled along my ribs, my arms, and my neck. Every breath felt like knives.

It didn't take him long to arrive at the smoking area that was completely empty, much to his relief since he wanted to be alone for a while. The wide area built with a combination of wood and glass gives a sense of relaxing, natural earthy feel, set outside in a direction where the wind frequently blows so it makes the people occupying feel quite refreshing even though it reeks of sweat and tobacco. Adler closed the glass door when he entered to lessen the noise of the busy road. He immediately set his butt down on the nearest bench, sitting on de cuatro and resting his back on the wooden wall. Sighing, he fished out his pack of cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, pressing the former on

No it's made of pure steel. He got into the car with Eva while the driver drove off. He made calls and sent emails to all the people Eva was supposed to see making up some sort of excuses. Eva looked at Madrid as they drove by. She can't believe how much the city has changed since she left. She remembers the city as where she lost everything and she tagged it as where she'll regain all she lost. Ever since she got back, she's always wanted to go check on this particular place. The Acosta empire.

Smokes was a noisy place, it was always so noisy and always so full, most especially during the evening times and all through the night. It was such a place for demons and night creatures, a place where they came to unwind and sort of relax but then there was almost nothing relaxing about Smokes. The over crowded and noisy place brought in the heat which contrasted sharply with the cool weather just outside the doors but the heat was welcoming for the demons, to them it was relaxing, even the awful smell emanating from the scaly and hideous bodies of these demons, they considered that relaxing too.