A Slow Fire Burning Novels & Stories

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.

Our fire. A true goddess.

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.”

If the fire spreads from the lodge to the underbrush of the forest thirty years of hard work would be gone in hours. The engine of the Rover was making a noise as Stephen drove it over the rough tracks of the lower valley. Every second felt like a long time. It was like everything we had built was falling apart. Through the windshield I could see the fire. It was not a glow in the distance anymore. It was a golden flame that was eating up the dry wood of the hunting lodge. The fire was casting long dancing shadows on the valley floor. These shadows looked like giants mocking us. "He is not just burning the wood, Hannah " Stephen said. His eyes were narrow. Fixed on the fire. "He is using som

Rheagar I strike the lighter, watching the flame dance slowly. Fire is beautiful. An unreal phenomenon that burns with passion, heat, and otherworldly air of hot aura. Oh how it ravages, and devours its prey, burning every skin, licking every wet drop of slick juice, reducing it to nothing but mere ash. I want to watch something burn. Rather, I want to watch someone burn. "Just wait until I get you, Auren," I touch the flame to the cigarette, drawing in slowly.

I told them to go as the only thing was to burn the house with no traces left. Weakly, I poured the gasoline around and proceeded to light the fire, waiting to make sure the whole place collapsed with both the bodies and the building. A place like this should never be left to exit was my belief as if I had a chance, I would burn it. Once the building was completely covered in fire, I began walking away, even though it was hard for me. I was healing but slowly, this was one of the faults of an omega. Unlike the rest of the high ranking wolves, we don't heal really fast, or move really fast.

CONTROL it! My vision narrows to a pinpoint as I struggle to concentrate on everything Alaric has taught me. I fixate my attention on taming the fire instead of letting it use me. The fire shoots across the circle, licking the logs, skipping stones like it knows where to go. And then, miraculously, it slows. Spirals. Dances. Whisps of flame curl upward, delicate as ribbon. The blessing circle ignites, perfect and whole. Not a lick of flame out of place.