The Firetruck Game Novels & Stories

“We have movement—north ridge. Five—no, seven—wolves. Not ours.” I touched the pulse under my skin, summoned the flame just enough to make my palms glow. “Let them come,” I said. And beside me, Logan’s voice rose softly: “They shouldn’t have come for the fire.”

And there it was. The slap. The spit in my face. She was taunting me. Mocking me with her new ring, that stupid dress, that smug little smirk like I hadn’t touched every inch of her less than twenty hours ago. She wanted a game? Fine. We’d play. But she forgot one thing, I never lose. Ever. We stared at each other in silence. Not like strangers. Rather like ex-lovers at war. I tried to keep my breathing steady. To remember who she was now. My father’s wife. That should have been enough to make me walk away.

Good for me, Bad for him . "Three on the left!" Marco bellowed, reloading. "One's carrying a launcher!" Boom. A fireball went up behind us, our second truck had taken the hit. It lifted off the road a bit and crashed back down, tailpipe belching black smoke. Screams. Roars. Steel on flesh and blood everywhere.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

A deafening honk snapped me out of my head. I turned and saw truck was rushing toward me at full speed. For a second, I couldn’t move. My body froze. My brain didn’t react. Maybe because part of me was too overwhelmed to care. The headlights grew closer and I closed my eyes. I should have moved but failed. Then came those hands which felt strong, fast, unforgiving. Those hands yanked me backward with enough force to knock breath out of me. The truck passed, its driver shouting profanity as it disappeared down the road.

He gripped the boat's steering wheel with one hand and picked up his rifle with the other. A rain of bullets began to pour from the speedboats behind us. Small fountains of water erupted where the bullets struck the surface. ​Lucas pushed the boat to its maximum speed. It skipped over the waves with violent jolts. With every shudder, my heart felt like it was tearing apart. Lucas turned occasionally to fire back. With his perfect aim, one of the speedboats' engines caught fire and exploded into a massive fireball within seconds. But the remaining two boats refused to give up the chase.

ALEXANDER The fire from the shipment truck had been slow and climbing at first after Fredrick had flicked the match on the gas trail he made as the lick of flames followed to where it would meet the open tank of the white van. “Get in goddammit, hurry!” I gritted when the maverick began to tussle his strawberry-blonde hair in the side mirror first, instead of trying to flee the scene, as any reasonable man with a good head on his shoulders would.

I heard the screams and wails of the children and we ran faster. Rhonda, her staff and the children stood huddled in a group on the playground. They were trying to calm the children down. Guards and most of the pack fought the fire with hosepipes and buckets. It was hopeless. “Where in the hell are the firetrucks?” I asked through the mind-link. Joffrey linked back; “The trucks have been sabotaged.” Father mind-linked them to let the buildings burn and secure the estate. He bristled with anger, his blue eyes blazing with the color of lightning.

" I yelled, running like a madman. I hurriedly approached the engulfed house, fear gripping my heart like a vice. The flames licked at the sky, casting an ominous glow over the surroundings. The crackling of the fire filled the air, drowning out any other sound. The smoke billowed, obscuring my vision, and the acrid smell invaded my nostrils. "We need to get those kids out! Find water, find anything!" I yelled. Warriors scurried around, desperately searching for a source of water. Buckets were filled from nearby sources and passed from one person to another. Time seemed to stretch as we raced against the inferno, our focus solely on rescuing those innocent lives trapped inside. Relief washed

Xavier tried to push away, but just then Lucy fired the bullet. I closed my ears as a result of the loud bang, but when I opened it, it was not a pretty sight. Oh my God, no!