Burning Low Novels & Stories

Pain shot through my body as I landed on a sharp rock, and I felt warm liquid begin to seep from my forehead, my arms, my back, and my knees. In the direction of the car, I heard the faint crackling of fire and, turning my head, saw the car smoking. Trying to fight the pain that coursed through my whole body, I muttered an 'I will live mantra,' as I forced myself to crawl far from the smoking car, my limbs shaking like they were going to fall out through my skin with every inch. As I dragged myself through the nearby trees,I could only think of one thing, that very mantra, and... Dashiell.

Five cold showers and even more pain. “What the fuck..” Noah groaned as he fell next to Lola on the bed unstable. Despite Rosewood’s chilly weather at this time of the year plus the cold water shower treatment applied on his body barely twenty minutes ago, Noah started to feel his body get hotter and his lower member slowly rose once more. “Mmmm..” The girl on the bed moaned out from her sleep again and Noah’s eyebrows furrowed. Lola had been moaning out quite often and shifting on the bed too frequently in the past hour which was unusual of her.

Becoming. And this time, we don’t hold back. We burn.

The last thing I remember is Zachariah picking me up and holding me close as he then runs back toward where the camp had stopped. All I feel is the burning. It seems to be intensifying and running through my body in waves, burning more and more until I hear his tiny little voice. It was soft to start with, and I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then there was a small break in the burning and I could finally hear him. “It’s okay, Mummy. Relax, you will be better soon…” The burning continues to lessen as I feel the warmth I always feel coming from Darius when he uses his gift. I stop fighting the burning and allow the warmth to fight and overcome it instead. It isn’t long before I hear hi

I don't know but it burns bright hot. He returns the kiss with an even hotter passion, and I moan, feverish with naked lust. It ignites easily between us like a kindling match. Then it roars into a furnace and I burn. I burn for him. So bright, it is a wonder I haven't burned out yet. I doubt I ever would. He would never let me. He would always rekindle me. As I would him. I moan into his mouth, I let the quilt around my waist fall. I had put on my jeans earlier but it wouldn't pose any resistance to this.

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.

The burning consumes me, the edges of my vision going black. 'Xavi-'

His voice was low, dangerous, curling around me like smoke. His grip tightened. “And you’re the one who’s going to get burned.”

I just watched. And burned.