Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel Novels & Stories

I wished someone, anyone, would just look down and see another daughter bleeding out, waiting to be saved. The medical team rushed straight to Chloe, carefully dressing the cuts on her arm. No one noticed me dying in the corner. "A sensory episode is a critical emergency…" The voice faded. Then... nothing. I felt strangely light. Something was leaving my body. The pain was gone. I was floating in the air. I looked down and saw my body. The nineteen-year-old girl lay in a pool of her own blood, her face pale, with dried blood on her lips. Her fingers were broken, her nails caked with blood.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

Then closing my eyes and blocking my sense of smell I lied down doing a one-eighty degree spin getting my body all soaked up. Sitting up I looked around, and a tremble went down my spine. Gradually everything was getting gulped by the raging fire, and the putrid smoke darkened the day like the middle of a night. The hellish appearance the jungle wore incited fright through my veins. We're going to die. "Ember." That's the end. "Ember!" This is going to be a horrible death.

Salty tears forming in the rim of her eyes, and soon enough, a river flowed down her face. The blazing fire rippled throughout her body, burning everything in its path. Her breath was coming out in short pants as she gasped for relief. It raged inside her. It was then that Harlow thought it was easier to be burned alive than have to endure these torment racking her body slowly. That fire that served as a consumption seemed to be raging inside of her. Harlow felt pain like never before; the nights back came nothing compared to the pain she felt in this moment. The thought barely crossed her mind when the most torturous round hit her in heavy beams. Its temperature increased, and the pain foll

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

A giant ball of orange fire climbed into the sky, heating the air all the way up to where I stood. The water where Daniel had just dived was swallowed by falling debris, twisted white-hot metal, and burning oil that spread across the surface like a hungry, golden blanket of death. I stared down at the fiery grave, the phone slipping from my hand and clattering to the ground. The orange light flickered in my eyes, but all I could see was the empty, churning water. There was no way anyone could survive that cold, that fire, and that much weight falling from the sky.

The flames crackled, echoing the rapid beat of my heart. “No,” I breathed, dread squeezing my chest. “Tell me.” His lips parted, but before he could speak, the fire turned upward into a violent whirl, reacting to my fear. The courtyard blazed with light, shadows fleeing as if the night itself was scared. Darius reached for me, his face a mixture of awe and fear. “It means, Rory… you’re not just living in the fire. You’re becoming it.” The flames wrapped around us, throbbing to my heartbeat. I clutched my chest, shaking.

"You paid the guards to tamper with the oxygen tank, killing Nicole." The water reached their waists. Mandy begged for mercy. "I don't want to die! Please!" He was cold. "Did Nicole want to die? You made me kill Nicole and my child. Even tearing you apart wouldn't be enough." He gave the cage a single, emotionless push. The cold water rose, swallowing Mandy whole.

Kori hurls the flame. Novalee's hand moves instantly. Her mini tornado catches the green fire, spinning it into a massive vortex that wraps directly around my body. The smell of my own burning flesh fills my nostrils. The pain is blinding, a white-hot agony that makes my knees buckle. I do not scream. I lock my eyes onto Novalee's face. Her eyes are wide with absolute horror. "You are stronger than her," I choke out through the smoke. "Fight it."

She stumbles backward, the edge of the dock vanishing under her feet. She reaches out blindly,air. Water rushes up to meet her. Cold.,black. She plunges beneath the surface, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. Sound disappears. Light disappears. Pain explodes through her ribs. Her dress tangles around her legs, dragging her down, heavier with every second. She tries to scream. Water floods her mouth instead. Her thoughts scatter in billion pieces Alex. Dad. Don’t die. Hands brush her ankle. Or maybe it’s the current.