A Slow Fire Burning Novels & Stories

I trembled a fire breathing dragon moved slowly towards Damion and I. "It seems they still do," I stammer.

he murmured, voice low and rough. I swallowed, breathless, heart racing. The fire crackled between us, the night went still. In that quiet moment, the slow burn between us sparked alive.

I knew that picture had been taken but it was never printed and how Olivia came to have it in her hands was a mystery to me. Olivia examined it thoughtfully before looking at me again. “You know,” she said softly, “fire is fascinating.” I stood immediately. “Olivia, what are you doing?” She held the photograph over the flames. My pulse spiked. The last thing I needed was her burning both of us alive. “People think it destroys everything instantly.” Her gaze stayed on mine. “But it doesn’t. First it blackens the edges. Then it spreads slowly. Patiently.” The corner of the photograph caught fire. Orange light curled upward.

"What is it?" Eva motioned for everyone's attention, and the pack members gathered around a designated area. A hush fell over the crowd as they watched in anticipation. Suddenly, flames erupted, dancing and twirling in mesmerizing patterns. A chorus of gasps and applause filled the air as the pack witnessed the breathtaking display of fire manipulation. Skilled members of the pack, known as the Pyrokinetics, had choreographed a spellbinding performance. Their control over fire created stunning shapes and figures, illuminating the night with flickering lights and radiant warmth.

She wasn't frightened, but she knew. "While it's for that," Blaze growled, his voice rough and low. He knelt on the earth in front of her, big hands expertly building a fire out of a little pile of tinder. His aroma, a mixture of smoke and pine, filled the air. "A fire warms cold wood." "Is that the way you see me, Blaze?" she stated, gazing at the little flames just beginning to flicker into existence. "A fire? A warmth-giver?"

She needs safety. She was still sitting there, holding her purse, breathing slower now but her eyes…. They weren’t scared anymore. There was fire in them. Fire strong enough to burn me alive. And maybe this time… I won’t fight it.

“Keep them. And watch us, too. We’re not done yet.” She lowered her hand. Kael stepped back to her side. Together, they touched their torches to the stacked wood. Flames caught slowly at first. Then faster. Dry branches crackled, then roared as the fire climbed, licking up cloth, devouring it, turning form into smoke and ember. The heat pushed them back at a pace. No one moved away. Wolves bowed their heads. Some shifted, half‑form, fur bristling in the firelight, eyes shining.

Henry looked at the demon who screamed at others to run away, a young ice demon, wondering why would he act so cowardly, only to take a step back when he knew what scared the young demon so much. Henry watched as the blue sky was hidden behind a curtain of black smoke, how the golden leaves caught fire, each branch transmitting it fire to another, and each tree igniting it neighbor, slowly spreading the flames all over the forest, the still trees began to shake, as if the fire breathed life and fury in them, the lit branches shook violently, and then began to move up and down, forward and backward rapidly, causing the burning leaves to be detached and then thrown at the soldiers like burning

Never-the-less, Oliver took a deep, steadying breath and imag- ined exactly what he wanted the flames to do. For him, in this moment, time seemed to slow infinitesimally as the fire began to build and grow to encompass his body completely. With a strength of will, he pushed them from his skin and the flames swirled around him as if they intended to create a wall of destruction about their master. The raging fires convulsed and grew, sucking in the flames from the dorms through broken windows like a monster devouring its prey. Faster and faster, the wall of fire swirled and built until finally