Amaterasu Fire Novels & Stories

Amaris I jolt awake; the urge to get out of here is all-consuming. What is going on? I ask, the need for answers just as strong as the need to bolt. ‘Something—' she begins but then stops, as if reanalyzing whatever is making us feel this way. Then, suddenly, panic surges throughout my entire body as she states, ’Mate! Something is coming that will put him in danger. We cannot go to him yet, we must prepare.’

He was frozen, and her actions rendered him speechless. Within seconds, the cabin caught on fire like a forest mid-summer. Athena’s eyes dazzled in the fire. The purple hue of her iris shone as the fire rolled in, like ten-thousand fiery chariots like the ones that Helios rode in battle, leaving destruction above and below. She looked like the queen of ashes, exactly like her name indicated. She did look like Athena- the warrior of Olympus; the fire did not scare her. Her figure shone in the light of the cabin she burnt, making her look deadlier. “Athena, move,” Azazel warned her. He was worried that the fire would hurt her, “Athena,” Azazel stepped forward.

- I'm not sure how this will happen, but I'll try. - Control your dragam – and Zog is silenced again. When the woman leaves, Sophia gets up and energy starts to come out of her. - Vampires think kitsunes are all the same, but they're wrong. I'm a Kasai kitsune. A fire fox. Flames came out of the girl's body. - If heat frees your human mind, I will help you. She grabs Lucifron's head and makes her flames engulf his head. Zog finds himself surrounded by fire that was not his own, but which he can control.

Suddenly, fire started burning on his right hand, shocking the f*ck out of him "What's ... what's happening!" He shouted fearfully. Surprisingly, the fire is not hurting his hand as it burned. Sweat covered his face and the fire burned more, his eyes became redder and redder. He opened the dispenser and dispensed water on his hand but the fire kept burning. He fell on the ground,getting more scared . "Mum!!!!!" « « « REALM OF DEITIES≈ Grandmother Samshin (the deity in charge of childbirth) sat elegantly on her chair, her white hair which is in a bun stood upright on her head and her white robe looks immaculately perfect.

She really wanted a solution to this, and if she could get her proof, she could have the case reopened and get her job back. “Just out of curiosity, did you ever find the second victim?” China asked and Zina shook her head negatively. “The building got burnt to the ground. There is no way she would have survived it unless...” Zina trailed off as a realization dawned on her. “Unless she started the fire.” China completed Zina's sentence, an evil grin on her face. “That has to be it. If that's truly the case then...”

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

I prayed once again to the three gods I usually prayed to, Balder for purity of spirit so that I could go into this battle with a pure heart and not one filled with hate, to Idun for rejuvenation to keep me alive and finally to Tyr so that my vengeance would be accepted and I asked all three to keep Bryan safe. I opened my eyes as I envisioned our success, I could taste it and I wanted it. I closed my eyes again as I heard Bryan. “Hriga hringr hlif, hriga hringr hlif.” I concentrated and the green flames started burning in my hands. “Hriga hringr hlif.” I joined in his chant and I saw the circle lift slightly. We kept on chanting as the green flames burned brighter, the circle started shakin

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

It’s the night of the full moon. The Moonlight Pack Temple has never been this crowded. Every single pack member is here, waiting for their Alpha, Domine Ashford, and the future Luna, Ella Whitmore, to complete their Mating Ceremony. Silvermoon flowers cover the altar. Hundreds of them. It’s pathetic. These flowers were supposed to save my father’s life, but now they’re being used as mere decorations for Domine and Ella’s wedding. I stand on the hillside outside the temple, watching the building glow with light from a distance. I’m clutching the small remote in my hand. The wind is freezing, whipping my hair across my face, but my heart is colder.

“Most people keep it short.” I hesitate. “…So I could just say…” I shrug. “‘I’m afraid of heights’?” Silence. Four pairs of eyes stare back at me. “What?” I ask. Rowan snorts so hard he nearly chokes on his drink. “You?” “I don’t know!” I throw my hands into the air. “People are afraid of heights!” “They are,” Seyla agrees, smiling. “But that’s not what the fire is asking for.” “The fire doesn’t want a fear,” Lyra says gently. “It wants THE fear.”