A Slow Fire Burning Novels & Stories

Finally, Serena whispered, more to herself than to him, “Maybe I’m waiting to see how far the fire will spread.” Damien’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, but wasn’t entirely without softness. “Then you’d better be ready, Serena. Because the flames are only just beginning.” --- The rest of the night unfolded like smoke — slow, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. Serena spent the hours pacing her penthouse, her thoughts a storm she couldn’t silence. Damien had left, but his presence lingered, etched into every corner of the space.

A loneliness so familiar it felt like my own. “I’m back,” he said quietly, as if confessing a sin. And something in me seventeen year old me, twenty six year old me, all the versions in between, ached with the same impossible thought: I’m glad. But I didn’t say it. Not yet. Because slow burn love is not a match struck in daylight. It is a candle protected from wind, lit again and again, until it finally becomes a hearth.

It was Austin. Our bodies were tightly pressed against each other. I could feel that his towering body was shivering against mine. He was also breathing heavily and erratically. It felt as if he wanted to gobble me up. I slowly squeezed my legs together and felt his bulge growing bigger and harder. He was also getting a lot warmer to the touch as he breathed hot air all over me. Austin said nothing. He just turned on the light on his phone and looked at me with the gentlest expression ever. His eyes were so soft and watery that I could clearly see my reflection in them.

She quips. My mouth stays clamped shut. The fire surges in the fireplace. The logs crackling at the flame’s intensity. The fire is almost white in the center, fanning out in yellow and oranges. The flame far too hot to cook over, one that would burn even a hanging stew pot guided away from the flame.

Orange and hungry and fast, climbing the wall nearest the door like it had been waiting for the invitation, the heat came immediately behind it and the smoke curled under the door gap making the fire spread the way fire spreads when it has been given every possible advantage, which was immediately and everywhere at once. I pulled the rope but it's useless, the bitch is going to set me up on fire.

Making her nipples harden against the torn fabric of her dress. Kuzey didn't withdraw his hand. Fingers slid slowly up her arm to her shoulder. Down again. Each movement sent new sparks. Small. Insistent. All converging to the wet center between her legs. "This... burns," she murmured, voice hoarse. "It burns well," Kuzey replied, golden eyes fixed on hers. "It's fire recognizing fire." Átila blew softly to the side. A simple breath. Blue flames erupted from the ground. Draconic bonfire. Hot. Clean. Smokeless. Bluish light danced over the three bodies.

I asked. “Most immortals can’t be killed by fire. It takes intense heat, like lava, to kill one, but fire still hurts like hell for the bulk of immortals. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get some things done. If there are any other issues tonight, just let myself or Ash know, and it will be handled.” Taking the hint, I allowed myself to be dismissed and walked out of his office and back out into the club to finish my shift.

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.

There was a fire place which they made in order to keep themselves warm. All of them where seen gathered around the fire like it was a committee of witches having their meeting, planning on a mission to devour. Each of them was putting on thick article of clothing to help the body warm faster. The cold was much like it was winter. It’s a known phenomenon that areas surrounded by water are most often cool especially the cool breeze that makes one thing that he or she was about to freeze. That’s because, during the day, the sun heats hard on the ground producing heat that helps warm the rivers, then at night, the river produced immense cool breeze that helps to keep the ground cold. It exhibit

She put out the hellfire on her hand and tried to pat out the flames to no avail. His skin burnt away and his flesh continued to disintegrate, but he kept on a relaxed smile and explained how it works. "Hellfire is the hottest fire there is and is often used for torture. It has intense crippling heat but kills a person very slowly. Like what's happening now. Oh, but it won't harm you. It recognises its creator." She looked at his hands where bones were starting to get exposed. The fire also seemed to move up to his wrists. "You can explain those later. Don't you want to extinguish this first?"