A Fire Endless Novels & Stories

“The fire? Yeah. Hard to miss your world exploding.” “Not the fire,” she corrected. “The awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t say it like that.” She ignored me, because of course she did. “Silver fire does not answer fear or anger alone. It answers blood. And bonds.” The word settled heavy in my chest. “Enid,” I said, flat. Elda nodded. “The Lunawalker Flame.” I laughed once, sharp and humorless. “That sounds fake. Like something made up to scare young wolves into behaving.”

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

Soon they would be locked in their cells, without food, without water, and without dignity. Then she looked at the lit fireplace. The flames warmed and illuminated the place; she grabbed a torch and ran to the curtains, setting them on fire. “Run outside!” Sophia shouted, throwing the torch onto some books on the bookshelf. “Put out the fire!” The Mother and some employees tried to extinguish the flames, which spread faster than they could put them out. In a few minutes, the entire office was ablaze in a huge incandescent ball. Some inmates managed to run to the courtyard, away from the fire and the guards, but the weakest ones were captured and locked in a cell.

I don’t want to dirt his bed. "There's nothing like this in our village. I'm just used to street games," I said while looking at the words 'Game over' on the screen of his big television. "Street games, huh?" That seemed new to him. I turned to Luxious. "Street games like: chasing, hide-and-seek, heaven and hell, and more. It's fun especially when you have a lot of friends." Luxious went silent. "Why?" I was nervous at the expression on his face.

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

The land itself groaned beneath their feet. The rift pulsed like a heart, veins of black light spiderwebbing out into the soil. “Hold formation,” Kieran barked. Elizabeth stepped forward, her golden aura flaring. Solbrand gleamed, hungry for battle. And then, Something stepped through. Tall. Slender. A silhouette of thorns and starlight. Its voice boomed in their minds. “She burns with the Flame of the End. She must be unmade.” Kieran didn’t wait.

"That is the noise of the end. The end of your hope, your future, your people. You cannot flee what you have done." The planet itself was breaking apart as the First Fire rushed out of Morgane, running to destroy everything in its path. But Emereah would not yield. She could not. With whatever last strength she had, she pressed forward, her body shaking as the flames springing from her hands grew higher, burned hotter. Her eyes blazed with the rage of all that she had suffered, and all that she had battled. "No. It ends with me." Emereah's fingers burst up to the sky, calling forth the fire, bidding it come to her command, and with a bellow, the flames erupted outward.

Kaela stood at the center, lifted her hands, and whispered, “Lyra. Kaenor. If this is the end, let it be gentle.” The light flared — soft, gold, infinite. > This is not an end, Lyra’s voice whispered. It’s the beginning we once dreamed of. --- The Rebirth The Heartfire blazed to life. For the first time in a thousand years, the temple filled with living flame. The fire didn’t burn. It sang. Every note was memory —