A Slow Fire Burning Novels & Stories

‘Lupion grant you rest’, they chorus as she sets the fire to the wood. They slowly pick up the pace, they run along the length of the wood, they begin to roar with dark excitement. They consume everything they touch, and I watch the smoke billow to the sky, wondering what exactly they would be thinking now, if they were indeed on their way to the afterlight.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

One of the spectators leaned over to Andrews and whispered nervously, "Is he trying to roast us alive?" Danial, satisfied with the effect, toned down the intensity of the fire. He stepped out from the flaming dome, the fire following him as though it were a living entity, wrapping around his body like a protective cloak. He began to walk forward, the fire trailing behind him in a serpentine wave, casting a flickering light across the room.

The fire had been burning for hours, a blazing beacon that cut through the darkness of the frozen wasteland like a lighthouse in a storm. Julian had watched it from a distance, his body trembling with a mixture of cold and exhaustion, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. He had not meant to burn the house down. He had only wanted to signal for rescue, to attract attention, to find help. But the fire had spread faster than he had anticipated, consuming everything in its path, reducing the Mill Creek house to a pile of smoldering ash and charred timbers.

Those simple sentences kept echoing in Emmett's mind. All at once, it felt like he had been cursed. Those words echoed in his mind so much that a sharp pain spread across his forehead. The immense pain left him devoid of any strength. With a loud thud, his phone fell and slammed onto the table. Unfortunately, Emmett had tied the candlesticks with thin threads to ensure an even distance between each. One candlestick fell, pulling on the threads and causing the others to fall over, too. Hot flames spread onto the dead leaves and feathers on the ground. It then traveled toward the wooden dominoes.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

Time stretched, every second drawn out with deliberate, tantalizing patience, until Sienna understood that surrendering—even just a little—was the only way to survive the fire that was Damien Westwood. And as they clung to each other in the shadows, the night ahead promised passion, discovery, and the slow, inevitable burn of something neither of them could resist.

When a raucous growl thundered far closer than before, her entire existence shivered in panic. Suddenly everything she had been praying for has been answered by enlightening red flames around her protecting her from the impending danger. The flames erupted as a thin line with a crackling sound ,the words continued to leave her dried rough quivering lips the flames grew larger and taller almost reaching the height of the trees inhabited in the forest. The louder her chants grew, the taller the fire enveloped her. Slowly, inching closer to her, blocking anyone's view of her existence. As the time passed the fire started to burn her skin, turning into a red whirl waving over the air, spreading

Our desire for each other smoldered over the years, sparking here and there but never getting hot enough to ignite. And then it exploded into a wildfire. The thing about wildfires is they burn bright and they burn hot, but eventually, they die out.