The Firetruck Game Novels & Stories

“Rotate shifts. No one sleeps two rounds in a row. We move quietly when we move. No bells. No signals that tell them what we are doing.” Lucian’s eyes found mine. They were steady. He did not lecture. He did not step into the role of alpha-firebrand. He matched my voice with his support. We set a trap that night. It was my plan shaped by Lucian’s hand. We lured a scouting band with bait. I thought of that captured rogue, how he had laughed before the poison took him. They wanted to show power. We would answer with a test of our own.

Meeting Dante. Life events, big and smalI, that'd shaped me into who and where I was today. How many more of those did I have left, if any? Pressure squeezed the oxygen from my lungs. Get down. But I couldn't. Thud. Thud. Thud. He was here. The last thud finally kicked my fight or flight into high gear. My body jerked, a gasp of life in the face of death, but it was too late. The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin.

You're not responsible for cleaning up after a director's mess. Me: [Listen to me. Turn off your phone and enjoy the holiday these next few days. When work resumes after the New Year holiday, you'll see quite a show.] I set my phone down and looked out at the fireworks beyond the window. The calm before a storm is always the most beautiful. As for that tank of fish, let it be the first "opening gift" for Vanessa's so-called "international" administrative department. … On the third day of the New Year, I had just poured myself a cup of tea when my phone was bombarded by calls from an unknown number.

The accident happened on our way to Yellowstone. When the RV flipped off the cliff, I thought it was the end. But when I opened my eyes, we weren't in a hospital. We were in a strange, cold space filled with damp mist. A massive holographic screen floated before us, displaying a blood-red countdown. A cold, mechanical voice—perhaps some higher-dimensional deity—announced the rules: Welcome to the Werewolf World's "Rebirth Trial." You are already dead. However, complete the mission, and you shall be reborn.

“That adrenaline’s got you all worked up, huh? Pretty little barista getting finger-fucked by the man who just pulled her from a burning building.” I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry out as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “We shouldn’t… people are right outside…” “Let them be,” he said, adding a third finger, stretching me. His thumb found my clit and rubbed fast, filthy circles. “You’re safe now. Let me take care of you.” The chaos outside, sirens, radio chatter, people yelling orders, only made it hotter. I was trembling, legs spread wide in the back of the fire truck while this muscular firefighter fingered me roughly under the blanket.

The truck slowly caught on fire despite being in the rain, then after a few minutes blew up into the sky… Yet the car it hit only bore scratches. *****

I climb the one flipped truck to get a better assessment. “WHERE’S MY FUCKING GUNNERS!” Bastian yells through the link. The truck I’m on is a supply truck. My wolf jumps down and runs to the back of it. I shift and desperately search for the guns. More gunners join me in the search. We find the armory boxes. We grab weapons and ammo. I jump up on the truck and start firing at the red threat. They drop as I fire. “Why do you assholes have to ruin everything?!” I yell as my bullets find brains.

I slammed my hand onto the tablet, bringing up the live, thermal satellite feed of Pier 4. The screen bloomed with chaotic heat signatures. My men, heavily armed, military-grade mercenaries, were being systematically picked apart in the pouring rain. But it wasn't a messy bloodbath; it was a masterclass in tactical execution. Flashbangs blinded the defensive perimeter, and smoke grenades choked out the sniper lines. Then, the camera tracked a single silhouette moving through the heart of the firefight.

I have read a lot of novels where highschool student trys to play a game at a party but disaster always happen after that. I won't be a part of this game, i rather watch and entertain myself. I saw Kelly smiling already... "Is it truth or dare?" Kelly asked the girl "No! Is a new game...is called paper spreading...we use to play the game a lot in my former school. Don't worry; it will be fun." She said and smiled "Then let's play the game, the guy i saw her kissing earlier spoke. " who is in? She asked...don't worry about the rules and how the game is being done; I will explain everything. " she added

The entire library was becoming an inferno. We burst through a set of metal fire doors, setting off a weak, battery-drained alarm that chirped pathetically, and emerged into the cool, gray air of the loading dock. A single, rotting zombie in coveralls was shuffling nearby. Jake didn’t break stride. He swung the fire axe in a short, brutal arc, and the creature fell, its head nearly severed. The utility truck was where we had left it, a beautiful, glorious sight. We scrambled inside, Jake slamming his door shut as I fumbled with my seatbelt, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline.