Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel Novels & Stories

Eira snarled furiously from the wolfbane poison effects suppressing her presence and withdrew into the profound depths of Nueva's mind. The smoke grew dense, and Nueva struggled to see. Marigold's red dress turned into a blushing silhouette in the misty layers in front of her. Nueva could see two bright flares flickering through her squinting eyes before a roar of fire rushed towards her. Nueva barely avoided the scorching flames searing the fabric of her jumper from her arm and blistering her pale skin. The bittersweet scent of burnt hair and skin blended with the forest air's putrid smells.

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.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

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

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.

My wedding dress, already tattered, started to smoke. I am going to die. No. The rage returned, stronger than the fire. I dragged my body across the floor. The concrete seared my skin. My broken leg dragged behind me, a dead weight. I screamed as a falling beam crashed inches from my head, sparks showering my hair. I saw a gap in the rotting wall—a jagged hole where the bricks had crumbled away, leading to the ravine outside. It was surrounded by fire. I didn't think. I couldn't. I crawled through the flames.

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.