The Rescue Sparks Novel Novels & Stories

"You stay here. In this room. Under guard. Until I decide—what to do with you. With your—malfunction. With your—impossible resistance." She left. Locking door. Guards outside. Trapping me. But that spark—that growing spark— Made me think. Made me plan. Made me— Hope. For first time in four years. Real hope. Real— Possibility of escape. Of freedom. Of— Ending this nightmare. Permanently. Hours passed. Night fell. And then— Explosion. Distant. Building shaking. Alarms screaming. Gunfire. Lots of gunfire. Outside. Getting closer. Damien. Had to be. Coming. Fighting. Surviving.

I kept that thought to myself, fighting back the urge to gag, and managed a timid nod. He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. I dropped my gaze, a silent shield against the icy fear inside. Outside, the cabin was rocked by a relentless barrage of explosions. Through the chaos, the silhouettes of insurgent tanks emerged like dark specters in the smoke. Everett was a human barricade at the door, his eyes fiercely fixed on the airstrip. However, deep down, I knew the truth: even if Annie showed up, we would not make it out of there.

She didn't come through. Instead, I was thrown backward. The arm hanging from the ceiling disappeared as well. The girl's anxious voice came from the empty air again. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I'm sorry. I didn't know it would throw people back." "I'm fine. Looks like the time-space distortion can only transfer objects and voices for now." After hearing my reply, she sighed in relief. "It's getting late. Go get some sleep. We're friends now. My name's Hannah Scott. What about you?" She asked cheerfully.

Which meant that he wanted me to run to Elowen, because she'll get me to safety. Well, I wasn't going to run anywhere without him. It was something that we promised each other all the damn time. I felt someone grab my right hand and I turned to see Vespera. She had left her Forgotten brethren and was right beside me. The look on her face was scary but it wasn't as scary as the look of her hair. It was wild, as if invisible hands were straightening it upwards. “The Spark must choose!" She shouted. Well, if she remembered clearly, he had already made his choice but they didn't seem to like it at all. I shook my head from side to side in response and waited for her to say something else.

That was the preservation fluid and blood left behind when the heart fell. The moisture had almost dried, and the marks had darkened. “That mark,” I said as I pointed at the ground, “is the last trace of this heart. It was alive and beating in the preservation fluid. It was ruined by your kick. It is dead, and Mr. Quinn is gone too.” Ariana stared at the puddle for two seconds and then looked away. “Tsk. You were not holding it steady. Why are you blaming me?”

Spark emphasized, rubbing this fact in their faces and quickly replacing their happiness with anger. Gideon rushed to Spark's side to calm him down. Spark looked furious. If Gideon didn't intervene, he might have revealed their plan to the vultures. "That's enough. Let's leave now," Gideon said, holding onto Spark and guiding him out of the house. But before they departed, Spark delivered one final warning to the vultures. "You'd better watch out!" With a pointed finger and a cold smirk, Spark cautioned the angered vultures as he disappeared from the house.

Once we got home, Jeremy thoughtfully helped me put my bag on a hook, change into slippers, and brought me to the dining hall to show me that he had cooked a feast for me. “I called my mom to ask about what’s good. These foods are very nourishing for people who’ve just had a miscarriage. Have a taste.” I pushed away the cutlery he gave me and snorted before mocking him, “You’re thinking about taking care of me now that the baby died? You should have done this before.” “I got stuck on an insignificant problem. Joy was right. What’s important is us properly spending the rest of our lives together.” I sneered. Joy really was the one pitching him ideas.

I turn to run. Rena grabs me around the waist. I struggle, kicking and screaming as my mother pulls at me too. Somewhere near the service area, a wire snaps. A sharp spark burst through the dark, electricity cracking violently through exposed insulation. “Lior!” My mother screams, yanking me back. The spark catches dry wood. Flames leap fast, hungry, climbing the wall in seconds. The building ignites with terrifying speed. Children scream. Smoke pours into the night. “Lila!” My heart drops. “Lila!”

I burst out of the cabin, ignoring Rowena calling my name behind me. I ran. A mad sprint toward the burning wreck on the mountain pass. Silver flames licked the night sky. The car I had chosen myself, the safest armored vehicle in the world, was now just a twisted skeleton of metal. "Search! Search everywhere!" I fell to my knees in the wreckage, tearing at the still-hot metal with my bare hands. Marcus and the rescue team didn’t dare get close to the silver fire. They could only search the perimeter. "Alpha, it’s too dangerous—"

The environment was getting hot as the hot magma lava started sprouting up more and more and Spark was yet to get out of the burning mansion. Suddenly a tranquilizer bullet hit her neck unaware and she slowly loosed consciousness and she was about to fall into the divided ground but A guy flew from the sky and caught her. Then another guy flew down from the sky also. "Make sure you kill spark, the boss needs This one alive" the one holding Felicia said and flew away. Spark burst out through the burnt windows with his baby daughter in his arms. And then the mansion exploded. A vine wrapped around his leg, then another one wrapped around his second leg and then multiple vines wrapped around hi