A Slow Fire Burning Novels & Stories

she asked. I'm.....I'm sorry ma'am, I... I...was putting the room in order she muttered. "Sorry for yourself, you silly fool, next time u act slow, I promise I'm gonna fire your ass off, understood?" She asked. "Now go clean the stairs and be fast about it," she commanded.

I may not have much but I'd like to keep a hold on my dignity. I kick a small pebble that skitters into the darkness of the pavement as I walk down, I hear festive sounds coming from the pub at the end of this street but I ignore it. No use hoping to have something you never will. Even though I have magical blood, I'm a fire slifer. I have no clue how to harness my power so it's basically useless. I've only had one or two incidents of nearly burning a house down but other than that I feel basically human.

They again kissed and Nick tore her flimsy night gown in pieces together with her panties. When Miranda tried to resist,he kissed her hungrily. He again tried to penetrate her but she struggled a bit while whining like a little puppy. He pinned her down and she couldn't even move her hands. He then went into her, slowly. He set a slow pace and after some minutes, Miranda adapted and relaxed. She started out letting heavy pants as Nick increased his pace and was soon screaming on top of her voice when he started slamming into her like a mad man. Her screams turned into cries. She begged him to stop but he still continue, she started struggling because he was now hurting her but Nick was not o

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.

"Stay with Charles and Pierre for us. Silas, Rei, Mauri, and Toru, follow me." "What the hell is happening?" I heard Toma asking Dmitri. "Tell the red stuff to go away, I'm the only one that burns the house down." "That stuff is fire. It can't listen to us," Dmitri whispered to him, rubbing his head. "You've almost burned the house down many times the way that fire is doing... but yours always got put out." "How long will it take to put it out?" Toma asked. "It's eating away at everything."

He was a mess himself as he looked at the messy fire in front of him with blank eyes. Everything was just like a movie. Everything was happening in slow motion. The fireman was trying to stop the fire that came from Chloe's car. They all came down the cliff and found the car and trees around there were on fire. The fall from the top was so bad that her favourite car couldn't be called a car anymore. It was some scrap of steel. Nothing was there in the car. It was in that bad shape. And after the fall from up there, it's impossible for anyone to be saved.

I listen for footsteps that don't come, neither does the door open revealing the large lug of a man that has been chasing me since time eternal. The fire before me screams for fuel as it's embers die down but I don't move to help it's survival. So it burns and flickers, fighting tooth and nail to stay alive until finally, a strong wind waltzes from the window, putting the strugggling flame out of it's misery. It doesn't take long before I become cold again and it doesn't matter how much cuddling I do, it's not enough to warm me.

Damien was on my right, his fists pounding furiously against the wood, his growls echoing through the house. “It’s not moving!” he snapped, his voice tight with frustration. “How the fuck is that even possible? It’s just wood!” The smoke was getting thicker, curling around us like a living thing, clawing at our throats and stinging our eyes. The fire was relentless, devouring everything in its path, and I could hear the crackle of wood turning to ash all around us.

Ben stopped, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, and I collapsed beside him, my body shaking with exhaustion. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. We just sat there, listening to the distant crackle of the fire as it continued its deadly march across the forest below. The heat was still oppressive, but at least we weren’t in immediate danger of being engulfed in flames. After a while, I turned to Ben, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think it’s over?" He shook his head, wiping the ash from his face with the back of his hand. "No... fires like this don’t just stop. It’ll keep burning until there’s nothing left."

The crackling fire cast a warm, flickering glow across the campsite, its flames dancing with an almost mesmerizing rhythm. The sound of burning wood was a symphony of popping and hissing, Sparks burst forth intermittently, ascending into the darkness like fiery stars before fading into oblivion.