Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel Novels & Stories

"I was on an island, totally alone. It was essentially only a fix of sand, encompassed by miles and miles of sea. A wonderful holy messenger plummeted out of the mists, traveling in my direction. Alongside her, a bunch of steps showed up, unadulterated white and driving very high. Be that as it may, when she broadened her long, pale white hand, I was unable to take it. I came to as hard as possible, however just before I might get inside a foot of those steps and the lady, would move farther away. Right underneath me, notwithstanding, it was an alternate story. The sand thundered and turned as hot as coals. The fire was quickly moving underneath my feet. I yelled in torment, going around the

Desperate. I tried to push forward, but the flames were too fast, too aggressive. I remember coughing, choking on the smoke, my skin burning as I reached for the door to her floor. It was hot, searing pain shooting up my arm. I pulled back, tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t get to her. I couldn’t get to her. "Chloe!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of the flames. I don’t know how long I stood there, the fire raging all around me, before one of the neighbors dragged me out. I fought them, clawed at them, screaming Chloe’s name until my voice gave out. But it didn’t matter. She was gone.

Author pov As Scarlett plunged through the chaotic whirlpool of flames and shadows, an overwhelming sensation of weightless dread gripped her stomach. The air was saturated with the acrid odor of brimstone and smoke, and she could feel the intense heat emanating from the chasm's walls as if they were alive. She crashed onto the jagged ground, the impact forcing the breath from her lungs. Gasping for air, she surveyed her environment. The chasm loomed before her, an interminable corridor of fire and darkness.

And every time he used his hand on me, even when I was falling apart, he stayed calm and controlled. He couldn’t possibly find my body disgusting… could he? The thought snapped something in me. Humiliation surged hot in my chest. I slammed my glass down on the table. “I’ve decided.” Wendy jumped. “Divorce.” A useless man, handsome or not, wasn’t worth keeping. I didn’t need him. “Okay, okay. Stop drinking.” Wendy must’ve thought I was wasted. She dragged me into the shower. She’d just gotten these over-the-top rhinestone nails, and she kept pawing at me in her sleep. The next morning, I woke up with several dark red scratches on my neck where she’d clawed me.

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.

] Tears welled up unexpectedly, and when I touched my cheek, my fingers came away wet. So, they had already made a vow like that long ago. No wonder he had jumped so decisively in our last life despite how fiercely he usually clung to survival. My heart finally shattered completely. I looked at the rapidly rising water, took a deep breath, and jumped in.

I clawed forward, dragging myself through the dirt. A torch landed nearby with a heavy thud, sparks exploding across the leaves. Voices shouted overhead, boots circling. The fire roared louder, closing in from every side. Panic threatened to shatter me. I dug my nails into the earth, pulling myself forward with raw desperation. Somewhere ahead, I swore I could hear water—the distant crash of waves. If I could just reach it—if I could just throw myself into the sea— But then a shadow loomed in the smoke. A silhouette stepping through the flames, calm, unhurried.

Its power pressed against me, warning me away. Instead, I stepped deeper. The moment my foot touched the water, a consuming fire swallowed my leg. But I didn’t pull away. “If this kills me… better me than my pack…than my mate by my hands.” The burning grew. Climbed. Consumed. My other leg sank in, and then my waist. It felt like being peeled open from the inside. My scream tore through the mountains and the lake answered. The world shattered. Darkness swallowed me. Then the trials began.

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.

It sank into me, anchoring itself deep. “You’ll always burn, Bella. That’s what you were made for.” I screamed until my throat split. And the dark shattered. --- I jolted awake, breath tearing out of me like I’d surfaced from drowning. Heat blistered my skin, but it wasn’t the fever this time—it was fire. Real fire. Crackling inches away, sparks flaring against stone. I blinked, my vision swimming, shapes blurring into one another before they finally snapped into place. Stone walls. A camp. Soldiers moving in the periphery. Kaia sharpening her blade by the fire, her expression unreadable.