Burning Sand 2 Novels & Stories

Her fear and her courage and her exhaustion, all mixed together. And I feel something else. The dust. Every grain of it. I feel it like ants crawling on my skin. I feel its hunger. Its wrongness. Its desperate need to spread, to consume, to turn everything living into more of itself. "Burn," I whisper. The silver light answers. It pours from my hand—not bright and blinding like Lyra's wave, but focused. Precise. A thin line of moonfire that touches the black dust and turns it to nothing. Ash upon ash. Emptiness upon emptiness.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

The whole place was burning, and the tears in my eyes vanished as soon as they hit the air. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming for help. I didn't owe Caleb anything anymore—not in this lifetime. He left with Brianna. I quickly covered my mouth and nose, struggling to hoist Phyllis onto my back. It took everything I had, and my stomach twisted with pain as I tried to keep myself from collapsing. Caleb's child was inside me, and his mother was on my back. I stood there, surrounded by flames, hearing their voices echo in the distance.

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.

He heard something crumbling and he turned his head only to find himself staring ahead on a house that was nothing but debris. Drake put his palm on the ground as he felt it draining somehow. He cursed. "Kieran!" he shouted. He ran faster than he could towards the house, calling the sand back to him and jumped on it. The sand moved and glided on the ground, until he reached the residence. He hasn't reached the door when the house exploded in flames. The sand automatically shielded him from the blast. "KIERAN!!" The shield dropped before him. He raised his hands, letting enough sand hover over the house before bringing it down, instantly extinguishing the fire.

The winds starts to blow things up, I feel sand biting my already bruised skin, I hear the rustling of dried leaves being tossed in the strong wind. The intensity of kicks and stings reduce, the grunts turn into winces of pain and the howling wind intensifies. "Arg! The sand is in my eyes! I've got sand in my eyes." "Me too! My eyes burn!" "It's the slave girl, she has put a curse upon us!"

Item: Basic Fire Bomb Item Level: 5 Item Type: Uncommon Item Cooldown: 1 second (one bomb) 10 minutes (three bombs in 5 seconds) Blast Range: 5 meters Description: A one-time use item that does minimal damage on contact but adds the effect on the target. does flat 50 damage every 5 seconds and lasts for 5 minutes. If used on targets weak to fire, the burn damage is doubled. can be stacked up to three times.

Lost in thought, Blaze strode towards Sandro, who was still focused on the relentless onslaught he was unleashing. "Where's Bella?" Sandro snarled, his narrowed eyes fixed on Blaze. He exerted even more strength, releasing the large brick he held. Sandro had used these bricks on the wall while the witches by his side cast spells on the structure. He had initially brought a hundred, but he doubted if there were even half that number remaining. Yet, he hadn't managed to breach it. "Blaze," Sandro growled when Blaze didn't respond. "Do I need to force the words out of your mouth?"

I threw that cell phone in the basement, poured gasoline over it, and lit a match. In the blink of an eye, the basement went up in flames. As chaos erupted, I slipped into the shadows of the estate, vanishing into the dark woods beyond. As the fire burned, my cell phone started vibrating violently.

The Blood in the Sand ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​The sand was burning hot against the soles of my bare boots, but I couldn't feel the heat. I couldn't feel the agonizing sting of the silver lash marks across my back. ​All I could feel was the suffocating, heavy dread of the suppression irons clamped tightly around my wrists. The heavy chain connecting me to the iron anchor in the bedrock allowed me exactly fifteen feet of movement. A circle of death.