Burning Cinders Novels & Stories

He waited patiently, and I figured he wanted me to light the piers with magic. I flicked my wrist and swirled my hand, creating a small ball of fire. I covered it with my other hand and separated it, then sent the flaming globes on each pier. The kindling had been dry, so the fire caught quickly and soon engulfed the bodies, crackling lazily and sending small, still-glowing pieces of ash into the sky.

However, this may as well have been a past life to her now. Passing a standing candelabra holding dozens of cathedral candles nearly at their end. Burning all night, the wax had collected on the floor beneath them like small stalagmites. Chiri reached her thin fingers out. Pressing her thumb and for finger together on a wick, she snuffed the light out of the closest one. There was a sting and the vague hiss as the flame died. Flexing her fingers, Chiri was satisfied that she could no longer feel the strange buzzing at their tips. However, she was soon irritated by an even greater annoyance.

She's mine, and I am hers, and any future lovers of ours will have to understand that. "So?" I ask, twirling around in a pirouette. I have a deep red corset top and a pair of tiny lacey red panties. I added a lacy red garter strap that hooks into a pair of silky black thigh highs, and I've paired them with a pair of six-inch red stilettos. My hair is pushed back with my signature headband holding it in place, and I've gone for a smoky-eyed look with thick false lashes and heavy kohl liner. My lips were coated in a smudge-proof red lipstick that matched the lingerie set perfectly.

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

Like really hot. And I could feel the hotness on my skin. I could smell something burning. Skin. It was that same smell that filled the air on ileya day. The smell of cow skin burning. Except this time, I was feeling the pain instead of a cow. I was feeling severe pain. When you mistakenly scald your hand with a hot iron or when the heat from a boil in water lapped at a part of your skin. It was that same exact feeling except it was my whole body being scalded with a hot iron this time around.

He absent mindedly ran his thumb over the spot as he looked down at the workers busy downstairs. From his position one storey up, he could see the courtyard down below, the canopy which had been placed over it as a decoration for the wedding that did not happen last night had long been removed and the bodies cleared away, all that was left in the courtyard was just the bloody mess which was being cleaned up by servants. Omar tried to imagine it not being so much different from washing off the blood in an abattoir but he knew it had been human beings that were killed last night and not animals, assassins or not, they were still humans. The place would stink for days amd he knew this was one e

Small sparks of lava ignited the dark, twisted branches, which quickly turned into towering flames, casting a terrifying light across the entire area. Lincoln cradled his son close to his chest, wrapping him protectively in a cloth as the flames illuminated his fearful but determined face. The flames devoured the branches like ravenous beasts. Sparkling cinders crawled down the remnants like tiny spiders. The branches burned fiercely, but they didn’t fall. Instead, they appeared weakened, as if all they needed was a final push. We seized the opportunity, grabbing hold of the branches and pulling them apart with surprising ease. The once impenetrable wood crumbled in our hands, revealing a br

The heels were resting in my lap like a heavy weight of shame. "If you're not going to wear them," Tucker said sharply, "then give them to Shelby yourself. That can be your apology." He slid the shoes toward me with quiet contempt, as though my hesitation merely proved my ingratitude. "Shelby's always been kind enough to overlook your little games," he added. His tone was sharp and unforgiving. "She won't hold it against you." Those elegant heels now felt like sharp knives digging into my heart. Every burn on my legs throbbed fiercely. They were a brutal reminder of his cruelty.

"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

and the doubts keep rising. “Yes, she’s beautiful, but why use it for carnal things, seducing people?” comes from the most religious, or should I say, most hypocritical woman in our team. Whore, cheater, pretender, are just some of the malicious words I came across in our group chat. But I can tolerate that much, but the two e-mails with distinct subjects do the did. One e-mail from Cindy, my boss, has the subject line that goes like that, “Postponement of the Key Largo Article.”