A Promise Of Fire Series 소설 & 이야기

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

“I promise.” “Good girl.” She eyes me up and down once and I see mischief shimmering in her eyes, whatever she is planning to do, I know I’m probably not going to like it. The grip around my wrist tightens and she holds her other hand under my forearm. She balls her hand to a fist and opens her hand a second later, revealing a small ball of fire.

“I’ll be there, I promise.” ##########

The fire in my eyes burned with a fierce promise that even the darkness could not quench. As I turned toward the battered command tent where our remaining allies had gathered, I heard Lucian’s soft, pained murmur behind me, "I promise you, Naomi, we will see justice for Travis. His sacrifice will light our way." I nodded, swallowing hard, though my throat felt tight with sorrow.

Suddenly, he caused a huge fire in his body. “Crap!” I ran towards Pyro and hugged him so tight, “Relax, Dearest. Relax. I’m okay. Look at me.” I cupped his cheek and said everything to make him look at me. “Dearest, it's me Fira. Look. I’m good. No pain. Promise!” I raised my hand and then held his hand, massaged it in a second. I was just curious why I could not feel the burning sensation even though he was flaming in fire at the moment. Maybe because of the symbol in my wrist?

“But she didn’t answer directly. She looked at us with that knowing, unreadable gaze of hers and asked why Lunarville continued to ignore prophecy. Why we remained ‘strong-headed.’” Thane’s eyes narrowed. “Prophecy? What prophecy?” Aurora leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table. “We were baffled too. But she said, clear as dawn, that no matter how many traps we lay, how strong of a coalition we form, or how soon we prepare, that we will all perish without the Promised Saviour.’” A heavy silence fell across the room. Thane sat back, breath caught halfway in his chest. The fire crackled in the hearth behind him, but he felt a sudden chill.

That night, a car was smashed by a big rig on the way home, tumbled off the overpass, and burst into flames. Whoever was inside did not stand a chance.

“No! Don’t even think about telling me to leave you!” Vincent's scream echoed as the fire consumed him. The ground beneath Camela cracked open, and a new flame surged up in front of her, shaping into a figure—a tall woman made of fire and smoke. Her eyes were hollow, and her grin wide. “You can end this,” the fire-woman said, her voice resonating with countless echoes. “Just one word. One act of betrayal.” Camela’s body trembled. “What word?” she asked. “His true name. Say it, and the fire will release him. But he will no longer belong to you.”

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.