A Slow Fire Burning Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Slowly and carefully I close the door behind me, feeling it latch with a satisfying click beneath my fingertips. The living room is empty, but a fire is burning in the wood stove at the center of the room, radiating warmth throughout the house. That means whoever started this fire has been here long enough to get it blazing into a steady warm fire. Moreover, whoever it is, knows what they are doing, because, by the sound of the crackling embers, it is going strong, fighting off the late fall morning chill. Most likely that means they're a local. Getting wood to light in our damp Humboldt climate isn't the work of a novice.

Zeres kept running for a while. The fire was spreading quickly. After what seems like eternity they neared the Alpine woods where the heart of the forest is located. They had only one problem now and that problem is that, the fire was coming and spreading about the bushes. And it was quickly absorbing mass bushes and obliterating everything in one huge gulp.

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.

He tilted his face slightly forward, as if daring the answer he already feared. “Then who is she?” The flame flickered. The wind swept through the trees, rustling dry leaves and carrying the earthy scent of the forest. Suddenly, the fire collapsed, turning into a swirling, glowing smoke. The pulsing energy danced in the air, floating above the villagers’ heads. Time seemed to slow as the smoke spun, drifting as though searching for something.

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

I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

she stuttered, her lips trembling. I slammed the door shut and threw the half-burnt cigarette on the ground before walking back to the car. Lucian threw the half-burnt cigarette he was holding on the cottage and stepped back, his hands dipped into his pocket. The fire started slowly and then burst into a wildfire, consuming the white woods and the people inside. Screams, groans, and cries of Herod's family members echoed in the field, mixing up with the roar of the furious fire, creating a sweet rhythm in the ear.

Though she had another few hours to go before her ride would be there. “You should call someone to get you.” He said as he looked at her. “I’m fine.” She said as she continued to look at the building. “Fires are interesting.” “Really shouldn’t say that too loud.” He said with a slight laugh. “They are, though. They are like a life form all their own. They need to consume to grow. They sprout more. It is an interesting concept.” Dawn replied. “Of course, you would break it down like that.” He said as he sat next to her. He looked at her as she kept her eyes completely focused on the fire in the building. “Dawn, whatever happened earlier can’t happen right now.”