Burning Cinders Novels & Stories

I knew we couldn't erase the abuse they'd endured, but I'd be damned if we let it continue. King Cian raised both arms, an arc of fire dancing between his palms. "We will burn the rot from this place." He flung his hands forward, the fire rolling from them in a wave, crashing over the convicted with no mercy. Beta George was the first to be hit; the force of the flames knocked him prone even as his clothes ignited. High-pitched screams pierced the air, finally fading as the fire died and left nothing but ash behind.

He patted her hand and pulled away before dashing towards the source of the stench. As she jogged, careful not to trip over branch and bramble, she had no shoes still after all. It was slower going than she’d have liked, she heard it. A high keening. It was that same, tinny sound that obviously wasn’t made by anything living she’d ever heard. The Dain howled in clear agony. Up ahead, in the fading gloam of predawn, something flared brightly like a star. Fire, bright like a beacon. Cinder was about to have his ‘fun’. Ignoring the thorns that bit at her bare feet, River dashed towards the spark of flame.

Behind her, the clash begins. Azeriel thrusts a line of flame toward Cindar. Cindar blocks it with a shield of glowing heat that bends the attack aside. The air vibrates from the force. Rowan looks back only for a second but that second is enough to see how dangerous Cindar really is. Azeriel pushes harder, driving his fire with both hands. Cindar smirks and steps into the heat like it’s nothing. “You burn bright,” Cindar says. “But brightness blinds. Power without knowledge is only half power.”

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

“You’re still going to fall for her lies? She’s threatening to kill herself because she knows you care about her. I can bet my entire savings that she’d never jump!” As I watched their complicated expressions, I smiled. “Final countdown: three, two, one…” I spread my arms and fell back without hesitation. The howling wind filled my ears, along with hysterical screams. “No!!!”

It stands perched on the hill like it’s guarding the town… or hiding from it. Someone is there. A figure hunched behind the building. A faint orange glow flickering around him. Smoke curling upward like ghost fingers. I duck behind a pine tree, my heart slamming against my ribs so violently I think it might burst through my coat. Whoever it is… is burning something. Papers. Photos. I can’t see clearly. But he’s humming that distorted version of Silent Night I haven’t heard in ten years. The night of the fire. My throat dries out completely. My feet root into the ground. I try to swallow but my breath is too loud in my ears.

Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade. Bennett did not lose hope, desperate to hit back after losing everything. "You think you're the winner?" The email attachment showed my face crudely edited onto explicit images, with the backdrop of our family's hotel, sent to every young member of the prominent families.

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

Our clothes, shoes, and even our matching mugs were all carefully chosen by me as couple's items. Now they just looked pathetic. I threw them into my suitcase one by one, along with photos and gifts that carried our memories. Everything went straight into the fireplace. The flames roared, devouring everything. I watched those once-treasured items turn to ash, feeling nothing inside. Just then, the door burst open. Kieran walked in with Ivy. "What are you doing?" Kieran looked at everything burning to ash in the fireplace, his brow furrowed. I didn't look up, continuing to throw the last item into the fire: