Desert Heat Book Novels & Stories

To survive in this wasteland, I couldn't just stop being a burden; I had to learn how to defend myself. As long as I stop clinging to Hudson, he will probably feel a massive wave of relief, I told myself. I didn't complain about the heat once all day. During our lunch break, I even volunteered to take the wheel, though Hudson shot the idea down immediately. By evening, we set up camp at an abandoned motel. I hopped out to help Jax carry the supply crates, keeping my head down and pretending I couldn't feel Hudson's intense gaze burning into me as he leaned against the truck door.

The desert grew strangely quiet, even too quiet, not even birds flew overhead. Ayesha suddenly frowned. "Has anyone noticed something?" "What?" Leo frowned. "There aren't any insects." Ayesha said and Leo took a look around to realize that she was right. There was no buzzing or no distant animal calls, nothing at all. Professor Hassan slowly closed his journal. "I don't like this." Before anyone could respond… A powerful gust of wind swept across the valley and sand spiraled violently around them. Everyone shielded their faces. "Cover your eyes!" Leo shouted.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

He looked less like a refugee and more like a deity returning to a kingdom that had forgotten his face. When Ressi’s bare feet finally touched the scorching surface of the sand, the world of Agano stopped breathing. The desert was a dead thing. For centuries, it had been a wasteland of sterile sand and poisoned air, a victim of the great desertification that had stripped the continent bare to feed the industrial hunger of the cities. The sand was silent, holding no memory of life. But Ressi was life personified. The moment his heels pressed into the grit, a ripple of vibrant, emerald-green light exploded outward in a perfect circle. It was a shockwave of vitality.

The residual heat from the sun radiated through the surface, and the burning sensation stung her palms as she gripped the door, crossing the final threshold before she felt sand beneath her feet. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Caelia allowed herself to exhale, though the breath came out shaky and uncertain. She stood still, unsure of what to do next. The vastness of the desert stretched out before her, offering the bleak promise of freedom, but also the threat of death. For a moment, the thought settled in her mind—she could simply walk into the endless expanse of sand and let the desert claim her. That way, no one would ever drag her back.

Claire's heart hammered. Did he mean the book? Or her? He walked around the desk and stood right in front of her. She swallowed as the desk loomed between them like a fragile barrier. "Which part got you so into it?" he murmured, voice low. "Don't-just put it in the bin," she said, cheeks burning red. He chuckled-soft, knowing. "Come on." He opened to the middle. Claire bit her lip as he cleared his throat. > "She trembled against him, velvet heat pooling as he slid inside her, her breath hitching on every slow inch..."

— 1 Day before the sacrifice — In the middle of the desert, A figure of a man walks lonely without anything supporting him. Whether it's a vehicle or a camel. Other than a ragged cloak and duster on his body, there’s no other thing that seems to be the bag, package, or necessity that use to prolong one’s life in the desert. Strangely even this hot temperature could burn down an average man to the point of exhaustion. This man never shows signs of fatigue nor any sign of sweat from his clothes under the punishment of the sun.

Chapter 17… The sun hung mercilessly overhead, casting a scorching blaze upon the earth. With each step, the heat seemed to seep through every pore of my skin, enveloping me in a suffocating embrace. The air felt thick and heavy, as if I were wading through molasses. Sweat trickled down my back, forming rivulets that soaked into my shirt, clinging uncomfortably to my body. My throat felt parched, each breath I took like inhaling hot coals. The horizon shimmered with waves of heat, distorting the landscape into a mirage of illusion. In this sweltering inferno, time seemed to slow to a crawl, each moment stretching out endlessly beneath the relentless sun.

I wondered if she would end up throwing her pride away and scrambling for supplies like I did last time. I was honestly looking forward to it. I hoped she wouldn't disappoint me too soon! The next morning… The sun hadn't even risen when the heat woke me up. That same suffocating, bone-dry feeling from my past life came rushing back. I quickly switched on the air conditioner, and the cool air brought me back to my senses. It must have already been scorching hot outside. The plants outside my window were all drooping and wilting. I stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the sun slowly climbed higher. The clock on the wall ticked back and forth. The apocalyptic heatw

“The desert can be blazing hot, yes. We’ve learned to deal with it, though. Oddly enough, we do it by mostly covering up, wearing white, airy clothes that hide us from the sun, and taking shelter during the hottest part of the day. We always carry tents, not for sleeping in at night, but for hiding from the midday sun.” “That sounds awful,” she admitted truthfully. “Blazing hot, tents to hide from the sun, and no trees.” She wrinkled up her nose. “What is actually enjoyable about being there?” She didn’t mean to sound so disgusted by it. She was sure he felt much the same about many of the things about her climate, like the cold. “There are no elves around to look down on you,” he answered a