Cold Fire Book Novels & Stories

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Xalvy had her hand on my shoulder and she squeezed it softly as she spoke. Even then, I was reluctant to show her what I was becoming. To make matters worse, I didn't know how to put the flames surrounding my hands out. "Kalama, listen to me, if you were evil, you wouldn't have inherited the Fire Element." Finn's voice sounded very close. My curiosity was winning from my fear. " And you wouldn't have been chosen to be the fif,-" Finn stopped mid-sentence when I lifted my head and looked at him.

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

My fear died with him there-with that house. I was found in the attic just before the flames reached the window. I didn't feel fear as I was carried two stories down a ladder. I didn't feel fear as I was taken in by the state. I didn't feel fear. It was like I was reborn in that ash.

Their wings spread wide until they broke through the thin walls of the place I’ve called home for over a year. My attention flickers to the helpless fish near my bed, and he watches the scene before him with big, pressured eyes. But he’s safe. For now. With a fiery breath, Finn torches the bag on the floor. Silver and gold burst out from the magically enclosed bag. The spellbook burned as it wafted through the air, singed and burning, causing ash to drift about. "Stop. Stop!" It burns my palms, but the paper is nothing more than crisps of ash when they hit my skin. I sink to my knees staring around at the destruction of my home. All my hard work lies in ashes, and there’s nothing I can do ab

She flipped him the finger as she continued to walk away, hips swinging, her purple nail polish glinting in the bright light. "I fucking love you, woman!" She laughed and looking back over her shoulder, blew him a kiss. "I love you too, fighter man." END OF BOOK TWO

THE KING KILLER The fire in the hearth was dying down, turning into a pile of glowing orange ribs. Esmeralda sat in the high-backed chair, her feet tucked under her. Outside, the wind was howling, a sound that usually made her feel lonely, but tonight it felt like a conversation. She had an old book open on her lap. The pages were yellow and smelled like dust and dried flowers. It was the book of the First Seers. She had read the same four lines a thousand times since she was a girl.

He burst out laughing and began picking up the books I had dropped earlier. "What exactly are you looking for?" I sighed softly. "Some sort of book about mythical creatures, maybe I can finally find out about my true identity." Noah began helping me search through the piles of the books that fell. "Hey, what about this?" He asked curiously while holding up a book that had a flame on it. Ember jumped in excitement. "That's the one Freya open it!" She yelled inside my head. I got the book from Noah and opened the first page and she was right. There was a woman covered in fire just like me.