Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel Novels & Stories

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

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.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

Pieces of burning debris rained down like falling meteors, sizzling as they hit the water. My lungs burned. My strength was completely gone. I couldn't swim. I couldn't fight the heavy current pulling my dress toward the bottom. As my eyes slowly drifted closed, floating in the dark sea beneath the burning sky, a single, solitary thought echoed in my fading mind: Let them believe I died in the fire. Suddenly, two powerful, gloved arms broke through the burning surface above, plunging into the dark water and locking tightly around my waist, dragging my sinking body toward an approaching shadow in the deep.

Last night, Lilia had drifted between sleep and wakefulness, trapped in a roaring inferno. The flames pressed around her, choking her with smoke. She struggled to escape, but her limbs refused to obey her commands. At last, she collapsed to the ground, the fire inching ever closer. She knew she was about to be consumed. In that moment, she felt nothing but despair. She truly believed she would die there. But just when she had accepted her fate, someone burst through the flames and swept her into his arms.

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.

"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.