Burning Cinders Novels & Stories

I use my better judgement and hold off until I get to the casino. Forty-five minutes later I’ve checked into my room and am now getting my belongings organized for the night. I don’t plan on leaving the room, so I start the shower and turn on my portable speaker. I sit on the bathroom floor that is now covered in the extra pillows from the bed and let the sound of water and music sooth me. I let my head fall back against the wall and start trying to unravel the emotions that have me on edge. As my emotions rise, I feel my eyes start to blur from the tears that are building up inside of them. I take a deep breath to calm myself and then I open a bottle of Martini-Rossi and light a cigarette.

He'll never reach me in time. He yells and I smile. Whatever he says, it's too late. I dive. The wind slides over my flesh and the burning sensation takes hold of me again. It builds and it feels as if my entire body is eaten by flames. The pain stops my breath. I've almost died of cancer, crossed realms, and been cast aside by a dragon. I can handle pain.

Lance’s grin widened even more as he leaned closer to my face. “Don’t avoid me too much because in the coming weeks, you’ll be seeing me every day. And every day…I’ll be able to touch you too.” I stiffened. My grip on the book tightened. Fear registered on my face as I instinctively leaned away from him. The things I was hearing were too much for my mind to process. It felt like my knees could give out if I weren’t already sitting. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, trying to hide the fear and nervousness in my voice.

Then she opened it to the page bearing her great-uncle’s final incantation: “In the hour when flame falls hollow, let truth’s spark burn bright forsake illusion, embrace the light.” She chanted the words softly in Latin as Alexander sprinkled the amber dust into the brazier. At first, nothing happened. Then, just as the last syllable left her lips, a single spark leapt from the sketchbook’s spine and landed amid the dust. It flared into a slender column of flame white and pure—illuminating every shadow in the crypt. Isabelle’s heart soared as the hollow flame filled with substance. The brazier flamed steadily, its light radiating warmth and clarity. In that instant, the specter that had haun

I spoke " What about the victims, are there still people in the building or are they all cleared out and here standing with us"they all looked at me then back at him. He nodded then continued "we were told there's still maybe one or two people that weren't able to get out in time but"......interrupting him again" then why didn't you lead with that? there's people's life at stake" I hissed before turning around to my partner June Pearson " Pearson, we got possible victims still In the building, I need the oxygen kit and tubes on standby and ready for use, just in case we need to be prepared to incubate and get them to the hospital as soon as possible” I said as I turned around. All eyes were

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

"I'm on the balcony, Cay! Help me! I'm so scared!" "Everyone, follow me! Stop wasting time searching! Follow me straight to the balcony to rescue her!" As soon as Phyllis heard that, she clutched her chest and started gasping. "Caleb... That brat... How could he..." She didn't finish her sentence before her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed from anger and fear. Through the thick flames, I saw Caleb holding Brianna in his arms, carrying her out. The whole place was burning, and the tears in my eyes vanished as soon as they hit the air.

Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground. Leon, whom I hadn't seen for days, descended from above like a god. He took my hand with deep affection and led me toward the heart of the castle. Rose petals rained down from the sky, painting the moment in sheer romance. He held up a ring and dropped to one knee as he proposed. Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears and wrapped my arms around his waist. I asked him what made him plan such a grand proposal. He kissed my cheek and replied, "Because you deserve whatever others have. Estie, you have no idea how happy I am to be with you.

I turned it over and over in my fingers, watching the morning light catch its blackened surface. It should have been cold, everything else was cold. But it stayed warm, like it was holding onto something I couldn't feel. Suddenly the ground shook with heavy force, like it's about to erupt. Wolves stumbled, running helter skelter, all heads turned toward the pyre. I looked up, without leaving my kneeling position, the ashes were moving but there was no wind. They were swirling, rising, forming a column of grey that reached toward the sky. At the center of the column, something glowed. First it glowed red, then gold then silver and it erupted into fire……But not consuming fire, it a living brea

And then it was all fireworks. The powder wasn’t any ordinary. It was gun powder. Used to fill the barrels of a riffle and firecrackers. Denzel ran into Cyrus's arms. It was more horrific than he had imagined. It was like the body was lit on fire slow burning. The smell of meat burning and little crackling sound as the thread would move with the fire around his body. It lasted for twenty minutes before everything went quiet. All screams, all sounds. Only the smell of flesh burning could be noticed. That was the point when Denzel broke again. Cyrus took him to the car followed by Bright who took Win to home.