Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel 소설 & 이야기

Goddess, it BURNS — like swallowing liquid fire, like the inside of my throat is being scoured with acid, and I gag and choke and try to spit but his hand clamps over my mouth and his gray eyes hold mine with such steady, certain gaze. “Swallow,” he says softly. “It’ll pass.” I swallow because I can’t breathe otherwise and the fire slides down my throat and into my chest and spreads through my bloodstream like wildfire, wild poison. The first thing I feel is pain, like my organs are being rearranged from the inside, like every cell in my body is being rewritten without my permission. I double over in the guards’ grip and a sound tears out of me that I don’t recognise as my own voice.

Aurelia’s POV Fire swallowed everything. It crawled along the wooden beams above us, greedy and alive, devouring the supports with sharp, cracking pops that echoed like gunshots. Burning embers rained down, biting into my skin, scorching through fabric. I screamed as sparks burnt my arms, my neck, my hair. Smoke filled my lungs. Thick. Black. Suffocating. I coughed violently, my throat burning as if I were inhaling knives. My eyes stung, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to keep them open. Every breath felt useless, like I was drowning on dry land.

And now, we had no choice but to uncover its secrets—before we became its next victims. The flames on the water raged, their reflection casting a haunting glow against the dark waves. Smoke billowed into the sky, thick and suffocating, the stench of burning flesh mixing with the salty air. The sounds of distant screams still echoed as the remaining survivors—those who had been thrown into the sea—tried to stay afloat. No one was coming to save them. Sophia stepped forward, her face illuminated by the glow of the burning wreckage. Her expression was unreadable, but I could see the tension in her posture, the way her fingers twitched slightly as if itching to grab a weapon.

Their cold, skeletal hands reaching for me. My fire surged in panic, but this time It didn’t come out. It remained stuck. My eyes widened in horror as I felt something deep inside me being dragged outward, ripped slowly from my core like threads being pulled loose. “No—” Their hands pressed against my skin as I felt my fire leaving me. Pain unlike anything I had ever felt before tore through me as I screamed, my body arching against their grip as they drained me. Their laughter rose around me, broken and twisted, filled with something close to relief.

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

Pregnancy. The third wheel. Those words kept swirling in my mind, causing my eyes to fill with tears. I kept gulping down glass after glass of liquor, thinking maybe I could gather the courage to march up to them and throw it in their faces. But my body wouldn't listen. I remained frozen on the spot, trembling with hurt, and my voice was stuck in my throat. The people at the next table, tipsy from their drinks, suddenly started calling out to Adrian.

As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers, new sounds began to harmonize; screams, howls, and cries for help terrorized me. I clawed at the ground; dirt and soot caked underneath my nails. I was desperate to escape the menacing choir. Fire licked my skin, and I screamed for help. Sobs escaped lips as flaming branches fell on me from above. The smell of burning flesh was the only thing that consumed me as everything went dark. ~~~ “...” “...” “...” Shaking and a muffled voice tried to coax me to open my eyes. I squinted my eyes, silently pleading with myself to give in to the unknown person. They lightly patted my cheek and rubbed my forearm, attempting to wake me up completely.

My chest burns from lack of air and I watch as I sink further, grass twisted around my ankles keeping me down. What a great way to die. Drowning. Finally a death I deserved.

Lord, she wanted it to be over, or else she has to find a way to end the misery. The fire was surrounding her. Its golden flames danced in seduction, inviting her to jump in and set aflame the soul but her body was rooted hard, disabling her from acting. Though the fire burnt dangerously, it did little to lighten the darkness scattered around her. She still can’t see anything other than the scorching fire and feel its heat on her flesh. A sheer layer of sweat was covering her. Her eyebrows were wet from this perspiration as she tried to find the answers of a puzzling life in between those flames and the dark horizon.

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name