Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Lydia kicked furiously against the dark current, her blood roaring in her ears, her clawed fingers tearing through the water until her head finally burst through the surface. She broke through the fog, gasping violently for air, her lungs burning, her raw throat coughing up river water. Behind her, the night sky was torn open by a blinding, towering column of fire. The massive industrial barge was completely engulfed in a raging inferno, fuel lines rupturing into brilliant orange flames that painted the midnight fog in blood red light. Lydia watches her carefully constructed empire disappear inside a wall of flames. Clutching a slime covered wooden piling near the dark embankment, Lydia floa

My breath caught in my throat. The others dropped one by one. Faces I knew. People I had spoken to. Friends. Allies. Some of them burned in sudden fire that burst up from the ground. Their screams cut the air sharp. Some drowned in dark water that rose from nowhere, swallowing them, choking them. Some were torn apart by wolves with glowing red eyes that rushed from the shadows. Teeth ripped flesh. Bones cracked. Screams turned to silence.

The flames bent inward. And then—I was no longer standing. I was falling through light. The Enlightenment Water hit my throat like ice and then fire. I was sinking. Steam rose around me, thick and choking. The sea churned like it was boiling from beneath. A city crumbled into the waves, its spires crumbling into dust. Screams echoed—but far away, like they came from someone else’s mouth. My chest tightened. I knew this feeling. Panic. Drowning. Fire in my lungs. Just like when Tariq poisoned me with that Salema fish toxin.

My chest was burning now, a fire spreading through my lungs and through the water, I could see the pool lights, distorted and wavering. I opened my mouth without meaning to and water rushed in, filling my lungs with liquid fire. My vision was darkening at the edges, black spots dancing across my sight. Somewhere far above, I thought I heard shouting. But it didn't matter. I'm sorry, I thought, to everyone I'd never see again. Marco. Christabel. My parents. Giovanni. The darkness was almost complete peaceful now and my body went limp, the water cradled me as I sank.

“And when you regret it…you can come to save me, Elita. That is the only way.” His hand loosens. Before Levian can reach him, before he can tear out his heart, I turn and run. I do not look back. His words echo in my mind, meaningless in the haze of my resolve. I tell myself I do not care. Then, the scene shifts. Fire. Pain. The stake beneath my feet burns as flames consume my body. My lungs fill with smoke. The agony is relentless, but as I burn, something strange happens. Cool water begins to creep up my skin, extinguishing the fire, one inch at a time.

’ Shanika’s POV All I could see was fire—raging flames swallowing buildings whole, their hungry crackle drowning out the screams of terrified pack members. Smoke curled into the sky, thick and suffocating, blinding my vision as I stumbled forward. A child’s cry cut through the chaos. I turned sharply and spotted a little girl, no older than four, standing alone in the middle of the burning street, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the flames. I ran to her. “Where’s your mother?” I asked, crouching to her level.

...... It wasn't just a meeting.... It was more like a setup. I stripped off my clothes and filled the bath tub with warm water, slipping into it with a low sigh. The heat instantly soothed my sore muscles, washing away the tension in my limbs. My thoughts drifted as I leaned back, allowing the warmth of the water wrap around me. For a moment, I let my mind go blank. Exhaustion weighed down on me but the quiet hum of the water lured me into a strange sense of peace. My eyelids felt heavy, my breathing slowed down. I didn't even realize when I dozed off. That's when it happened....... It started with fire. Flames surrounded me , swallowing the world in an unbearable heat. Smoke clouded my eye

The scorching heat pressed against my skin, a reminder of the relentless destruction that raged around me. Amid the fiery chaos, I caught a glimpse of Kimora, her figure illuminated by the flames. She moved with purpose, her eyes locked on mine, a mixture of determination and sorrow in her gaze. But before I could reach her, the flames seemed to engulf her, the fire swallowing her form until she was lost to the inferno. "No!" I screamed, my voice breaking with anguish as I reached out futilely towards her. The ground beneath me trembled, and I stumbled, my movements sluggish as if the very air was resisting my attempts to escape.

' Kisa could faintly feel the fire catching onto the corner of her clothes, emitting a terrible smell. 'My whole body will be on fire at this rate.' She was about to jump up from the couch when suddenly, a bucket of cold water poured all over her. The water extinguished the fire in an instant. Sara stood aside with the bucket in her hand and sneered, "Although you are destined to be burned to death, this is not the time. I need to have a witness to prove that it was suicide." "Hahaha… Hahaha…" Sara began to let out a wild laugh after saying that. Her laughter was eerie.