Burning Cinders Novels & Stories

I joined in without thinking, grief, fury and something colder all bleeding together as I moved, the wreckage of everything I’d lost fueling every strike. The threads answered me faster this time, like they had been waiting. Red bled into gold as they unspooled from my hands, twisting together and catching fire as they moved. I threw them forward and they wrapped around Conrad’s burning body, tightening until I felt the resistance give. Cassian’s flames fed into mine and the heat climbed until the air warped and my skin prickled. Flesh burned away. Muscle followed. For a moment Conrad's skeleton glowed white hot, too bright to look at directly, and then it collapsed inward, crumbling into ne

She watched the parchment catch flame, the smoke curling into the mist like writing erased by the sky itself. “Let her search,” she murmured. “Let her find nothing but silence.” In the palace courtyard, I stood before a brazier of my own. Cassian handed me the list we’d compiled. Some names were guilty, some were simply unlucky. But keeping it would only paint new targets. “Burn it,” he said quietly. I struck the match myself. The parchment curled, blackened, and fell into ash. The smell clung to the air cleaner than blood, heavier than regret.

She tasted like sweet candy and he couldn’t get enough of her. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned louder as she drifted away from his lips She couldn’t contain the pleasure anymore, and she began to moan loudly even more. His kiss, touch, and everything he does to her ignites a burning desire and pleasure in her; her legs were shivering as tho she was heading to heaven's gate.

Another step back. Another crackle of fire. The entire stairway shimmered with heat. The red carpet was catching now. The edge of it curled in on itself as the flames licked its surface, turning the poor luxury into ash. “Celine,” I said. “Yes, ma.” “Now.” She yanked the pin from the fire extinguisher and began to spray as foam burst out with a loud hiss. The flames hissed back in defiance, but slowly began to die. Smoke rose in thick gray columns toward the ceiling.

It was small. A spark, a flicker—something so insignificant that it should never have changed his life. But it did. Nathaniel remembered the way the flames spread, slow at first, creeping along the edges of the old curtains before swallowing them whole. He remembered the thick, suffocating smoke curling toward the ceiling, the acrid scent of burning wood and fabric stinging his throat. His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest.

Panic rippled through the crowd, but not a single person stepped forward to help. While holding my breath, I pushed through the chaos and loosened Oliver's collar. "Wake up! Don't fall asleep!" But his pupils had already gone dull. He was too weak to respond. Suddenly, a still-burning cigarette butt droppped nearby and reignited the lingering hydrogen. In an instant, flames shot up toward the sky, and a wave of scorching heat slammed into us. Screams erupted around me. In the chaos, I was shoved and trampled, my wrists and ankles swollen and throbbing.

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

"No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love." "THAT IS LUDICROUS!" I roared at her. "This will serve as a lesson, to both of you,” she said as she took turns in looking at Nathaniel and I, “ You will be watched. I will make sure that my descendants will watch your progress. Until then, good luck." Then the room went back to normal but the spot where Florence stood was vacant. She had disappeared, leaving us to deal with the aftermath. As for the wom

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Cassie buried her head into me and I could hear the soft whimpers even above the screams coming from Turner. He was still alive and squirmed in place as the limbs were thrown on top of his back. The sticks, which had already been arranged around the stone, were lit. As the flames licked at his still moving body, I had to look away. There was no escaping the smell of charred flesh as it drifted across the air. It got into the back of my throat and it took everything I had not to gag on it.