Burning Series Novels & Stories

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.

A fire is crackling there, fighting the damp chill of the sea air. I throw the box in. It lands on the logs. The white cardboard begins to brown. The tissue paper curls. Then the lace catches. It doesn't burn like normal fabric. It flares. Green and blue flames lick up the chimney. The smell of burning chemicals fills the room, sharp and acrid, choking out the smell of old books. Ciro coughs, covering his mouth with his arm. I don't move. I watch it burn. I watch the white turn to black ash.

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

The sound of fire was distant and threatening, though no flames were visible. I turned around. Everything around me was ablaze. People were running, fleeing, screaming. Children ran inside houses—children who, like me, wore the same white uniform, marked with the same insignia. The uniform was no longer white; it was stained with blood. Merlin stood a few meters away, holding a burning torch. Her face was not angry. It was calm, eerily blank. — Why? — my voice was childlike, pleading. Merlin looked right through me and hurled the torch onto the porch. The fire devoured the wood with the hunger of a living beast.

The man who rushed out straight toward Rita Atkinson was none other than my husband, Milton Jenning. Even though he saw his wife covered in blood, he didn't hesitate for a second. He rushed to Rita's side and held her in his arms, inspecting her from head to toe. In this second life of mine, his heart still belonged entirely to someone else. The burning pain in my abdomen flared—like a snake made of fire sinking its fangs into me. From behind me, the sickening scent of burnt flesh filled the air. The wound from before hadn't healed, and now it was worse. Cold sweat dripped down my face.

Bryce offered leaning back in the chair opposite Nolan’s desk. “Yeah, they may seem harmless, but we’ve seen their kind before with other packs and species. You remember the vampire that went on the human killing spree swore he was only acting on his hive master’s orders, and the moment we gave him pardon, he was running with rogue wolves and randomly killing humans again.” “Yeah, I remember that fucktard,” Bryce giggled. “He didn’t expect to be strung up in the early morning sun when we found him again.” “Didn’t one of his sisters have a thing for you?” Bryce arched a brow.

In the word 'nothing', many things are hidden, sometimes anger, sometimes unhappiness, sometimes pain. You never know what it means. -Unknown. |Z Y R A| Maria was right. The house was on fire and ger husband couldn't find a vetter time to encourage her to get over her anxiety about talking to other people. Because I wasted like whole 5-7 minutes on the phone call with her when the flames from our house were touching the sky. Rubbing my temple with my fingers, I walked in another room looking all black now. Most of the things we had are now burned to ashes. Good thing, I didn't had the cash for Flora's treatment at home.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

GERMA IS DEAD? CHAPTER 78 [And so she burnt as they watch...] Yearned sorrows adhered through the flames. How did it set ablaze, sprouted as it spout fires. Screams filled the air, sirens resonant atop of the people’s frightened gaze. They watch, transfixed. To help they couldn’t do as they haven’t had idea how to climb even. Germa was there, and she was burning. Burnt alive as she combust underneath, and beyond of the tentative heat of the sun. She was igniting, enkindled through the luminesce of the day. Scorched alongside to where the Cathedral of Belize stood on its glory.