Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel Novelas e Histórias

I love and hate being right. I lower my head, and I slightly shake my head in amusement. I don't want Corina to figure out we are all making fun of her. She seems like the type of person to be slow in figuring out stuff. But once she does, 'Hell hath no fury.' I don't want to be in the cross-hairs of her ire. "You are lower than nothing, nursemaid," she hisses at me. Too fucking late on not receiving her fury! I keep my eyes down. I am not in the mood to deal with a mistress. It's already been a hell of a day. Adding to my misery in dealing with my dead husband's doppelgänger mistress would be too much to bear at this juncture.

She lost herself in the words, letting them pull her into another world, another time, another story that wasn’t hers. She didn’t even notice when her eyelids grew heavy. Didn’t notice when the book slipped from her fingers. Didn’t notice when she drifted into unconsciousness. Heat. It was the first thing she felt. An unbearable, suffocating heat pressing against her skin, wrapping around her throat like a vise. Then the smell—thick, acrid, choking. Something was burning. Her eyes snapped open, and terror crashed into her like a tidal wave. Flames. They licked hungrily at the bookshelves, devouring the store in angry tongues of gold and crimson. Smoke curled in thick plumes, turning the air

Suddenly, orange flames burned from my nearly closed eyelids, seeing them fly to us with dread falling on me. We had forgot….we had forgot to protect ourselves, screams echoing as the circle broke, bodies dropping fast. Dragons had surrounded our floating bodies, burning us down. Everything was happening too fast, pain tearing through me, so much pain. Lives slipped, lives of our sisters slipping from our link with fire everywhere. I hit the ground so hard I thought it shuttered under me, my eyes on the sky, seeing four large dragons flapping their wings, more fire pouring onto the ground. My sister’s screams were branded into my brain, the smell of their flesh burning breaking me apart with

Alexia There is a moment in drowning when the water stops feeling cold, and I understood in that cannery that I had reached it. My lungs burned, my vision pulsed with black stars, and Gerbrano's weight dragged at my arms like an anchor. Around us the guards lay scattered in twisted heaps, and the sweet poisonous mist wrapped itself around my throat and tightened with each ragged breath. I had survived a fever, an exile, and a marriage built on lies, and I could not accept that it would all end on a concrete floor in the Essex marshes.

"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.

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.