Burning Series Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 76: WITH RELATION TO THE DEVIL ZAHRA'S POV The fire crackled softly in the corner of the room, casting a warm glow on the nearby furniture. I lay on the couch in Dashiell's estate, my limbs heavy with weakness. The familiar scent of the leather seats mixed with the faint smell of ginseng still emitting from my clothes. I traced a finger along the bandage on my forehead, my thoughts drifting back to Davina pinning me against the altar stone, and her vile perverted touches. The disgusting way she spoke, and the feeling of her tongue trailing up my neck, still haunted me.

As Ember struggled to her feet, her eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene that lay before her. And then for the first time since coming down, she noticed a message just above the fire place. It appeared to written with her own parent’s blood . “You disappointed me, Ember” Ember’s mind reeled as she stumbled backward, her hand flying to her mouth in horror. The words seemed to sear themselves into her brain. It was Lucas. He did this He killed her parents and still took advantage of her

I was just about to explain myself further but our conversation was interrupted by a similar anonymous text message again and I quietly read it to myself at once. “No one would truly love you, Emily. You deserve this hurt!” I took a sharp breath immediately and showed Aunt Claudia the text. It deviated from our conversation but a part of me was grateful for this distraction. “Who sent this to you?” she said to me in shock like she had recognised such a pattern before. “I don't know.” My palms grew sweaty. I started to panic. My lungs felt compressed and I started finding it a bit hard to breathe. “I received something similar to this last night and it kept me up all night.” my voice sounded

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.

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

He hummed kissing me all the way up to my jaw as I made incoherent sounds at the back of my throat. "I'm burning." I let out as I grabbed his cheeks between both of my hands and made him look at me. Maybe that way, he'll see how miserable and agitated I was. I felt like my body was no longer mine. It felt so new and it wanted more than just simple touches and kisses. "My body is burning for you Caesar. Please do anything, I don't care. Take care of it, I completely trust you." He placed a small kiss on my lips and then went back to looking at me in admiration.

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

Quickly Saren reaches for the embers, and the fire springs again between his hands. He leaves it in one hand, staying by the embers while he directs the other towards the woman. A steady stream of glowing rays runs through his body and sets all the creatures on fire. The Bakorshas scream and writhe as the flames fry their flesh. The stench is nauseating. Nothing can be compared with this thick, stinking smoke, which rises from the coaled remains. Saren wrinkles his nose in disgust as he steps closer to ignite a new flame in his hand. He hurries on to the next scream before the nausea would force him to vomit and slow him down.

Dante said. "But I don't think you're leverage," Elian said. "I think you're the first thing I've wanted in four years that I'm not afraid of." He paused. "That's what I wanted to say." The fire did its quiet work. The Atlantic was outside, doing its own. "You said something in the back room in Lisbon," Dante said. "About an infinite series resolving into something that shouldn't exist but does." "I remember."