Burning Low Novels & Stories

It was low, starved, and feral, “I think it’s time you show us your fire, little orchid. Burn this night as we burn for you.”

The burnѕ аnd the mаrkѕ, I trу tо рuѕh thе picture аwау again, but іt’ѕ hеrе with mе. As I crouch оn the соld linoleum, I wаnt tо cry for Gеоrgе and Brenda, аnd fоr thоѕе boys. I lеt thе feelings wash оvеr me аnd thе urgе tо drіnk is so ѕtrоng.

“Her pulse is rapid and erratic, respiratory rate is high. BP is low. Temperature is 35°C.” Dr. Myers checks Darby’s pupillary response, then steps back against the opposite wall as a nurse uses medial scissors to cut Darby’s jacket and shirt off, exposing four circular burns like the ones you get from the cigarette lighters in old cars. “There are more injuries here, Dr. Myers.”

his next target. The fire grew from the depths of my body, empowered from the anger that coursed through my veins, “He chose to play illegally!” I exclaimed, as the temperature in the room rose. “Ma’am..?” Cameron frowned, loosening his tie as the heat rose. Sweat started to cover his forehead, glistening against the low dimmed lights, but I felt nothing, only the caressing of the invisible flames that consumed my body, causing me no harm. The sounds of a wildfire cracked within me as Jackson’s face came to mind, “To think.. that he would stoop so low..” I gritted my teeth, glaring at the ground underneath my feet. A powerful burning sensation fueled my body, letting the flames rise higher .

I beg you please come and I promise not to cry again ever. Those flames weren’t unknown to me. I had seen them before, there were the same sucking my life out just looking at them. My breathing shoots up, making it difficult to steal the air. My Arius is burning there. Not again, not again, please. Hung up there, I am coming.

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?

I'm not sure if she'll ever truly like me. I let out a weak laugh and smiled sadly, without meaning to. Then I turned to the window, where the glass had already started to fog up from the cold. That kind of mist that forms when the air outside is freezing and the warmth inside tries to fight it off. Just like me, I guess.

It’s like one of those nightmares where you want to run away, but you can’t. I feel absolutely drained. I feel weak, and I hate feeling weak. ‘It’s OK, Ath. You aren’t weak! Anyone who would have gone through what you did would be scarred for life. You take all the time you need to heal. I’ll be here for you. I love you so much’. I’m actually a little surprised she hasn’t even threatened to burn the entire pack down to the ground in a while, which has sort of been her mantra in the past weeks.

"Then you will admit you want me. Or it all stops." I whimper. This fucking asshole. I won't. No, I won't give him the words. He's taken enough from me, more than he even realizes. Then he begins to slow down, and my eyes, that I had not even realized were still closed all this time, because what does it matter in the dark, fly open, because he can't possibly be about to stop, right? "Please," I gasp out before I can stop myself. I can feel the fire dulling, constricting, and I can't let it. Not when my body had to go through so much pain for it.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.