Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel の小説・ストーリー

At this point I can't even move, the fire is only inches away and I place myself on top of Scott and whisper to him. "I'm so sorry." My finger traces his jaw and his stubble feels good on the tip of my finger. Crimson anger is rising from the burning blaze. "This is it," I tell myself, my body shaking like a leaf being blown by wind, as I wait for the fire to consume us. I shut my eyes tight and scream at the top of my lungs and when I open them again, I'm in a river. "Scott!" I call out to him. Inky darkness surrounds me now. It's so dark, darker than when Landon Kirby was inside Malivore, in the series Legacies. The water is freezing cold, it stings.

Dangling with the necklace around her neck that had the letter 'A' as the pendant, "Wait," I mumbled, "What?" Alrick whispered, "I don't know how to you know... Shift, I usually have to get anger first," "Then get angry," "I can't just get angry—" "Think about someone you want to kill, that helps me," Closing my eyes I started to think about Valdomore and I felt bad because it's Alrick's dad. Feeling my canines brushing on my lips, I bit to girls' neck then I let her go, watching as her wheezing stops and turned into deep breaths, Alrick and I smiled at each other and we three became inseparable since.

Snow up to my calves, strong winds, distant screams, and growls led me to a burning village within the mountains. The retching smell of burning flesh made anyone's stomach twist. The further I stepped into the village, the more I noticed that it wasn't a regular settlement but a werewolf community, being slaughtered by darklings with no hope and quickly outnumbered as their kin turned into darklings—the werewolves fighting to exhaustion. A soft voice screaming for help comes from the town square but is silenced before I get there. I witness a male figure enclosing two smaller in its arms, burning in purple flames. The darklings circle me, bow, and extend their wings forwards, shaking their f

[RHIANNON] Kael's arms felt like the only real thing in the world. I came back to myself slowly—lungs burning, throat raw from screaming, body shaking despite the warmth of him wrapped around me. The vision had faded, but emotions clung like smoke, refusing to dissipate. Fire. So much fire consuming everything. The ceremonial grounds engulfed in flames, warriors burning alive, their screams echoing through pack bonds until the sound became unbearable. Kael reaching for me through the inferno, his hand turning to ash before our fingers could touch.

Smoke clawed at my throat, and I coughed, vision swimming. Ragnar’s laughter followed me, carried on the wind. I tripped, crashing hard onto the forest floor. Pain shot through my ankle, sharp and blinding. I tried to stand and failed, a sob tearing from my chest. Footsteps approached, unhurried. I crawled, nails breaking, blood smearing the dirt. The flames crept closer, heat licking my back. Smoke pressed in from all sides, stealing the air from my lungs. This was how he planned to end me. Not quick. Not clean. Afraid and burning.

Clawed hands opened the faucet, filling the sink with hot water that spilled over and a stray splash hit my skin, burning me. “No please…” He hauled me up by my hair, the heat burning my face as my forehead hit the ceramic, the taste of something metallic on my tongue. Before the pain could register, he forced my head into the steaming water. I thrashed against his hold, and water rushed into my lungs, nostrils, and ears. It felt like I was drowning in hell until darkness slowly enveloped me. Riordan’s P.O.V The sound of bone cracking only fueled the thirst for blood inside of me.

I stepped inside The air went still My magic dimmed I wasn’t alone Shadows moved across the ceiling whispering like children beneath a blanket I drew in a slow breath and whispered the name I’d heard in the rift The shadows parted A long staircase spiraled downward lit only by gold threads in the stone that pulsed with each step I took And at the bottom A chamber Circular and silent A pedestal stood in the center and on it rested the weapon It wasn’t a sword It wasn’t armor It was a flame Floating Contained in a glass orb sealed with runes that pulsed like a heartbeat I knew without touching it This was goddess fire Pure Unforgiving Alive I stepped forward and pressed my hand to the orb It s

FLAMES devoured the world. No—it devoured me. The heat bit at my skin, burned my lungs, and made my very bones ache as though they had been wrapped in molten rock. Smoke curled thick in the air, choking my breath, and above me, the heavens wept. Rain fell in great torrents, drowning the earth in sorrow. Yet the fire did not die.

I shut my eyes, desperate to find some solitude in the chaos, but the more I watched on, I could feel my blood boiling like lava. “Alruin?” Cain called hesitantly, his voice oozing with worry. I gritted my teeth, it felt like I was being torn from the inside out. A hot, burning pain ravaged through my body and I groaned in agony through my clenched teeth. I had no idea what was happening, but the fiery pit Lorak and Malric were trapped in suddenly rose to a consuming fire, eating everything up until I could literally feel it consuming my insides.

Chapter 13 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… Darkness surrounded me and the screaming of the wind filled my ears. The ground shook beneath my feet, cracking with each step I took. My flaming fingertips trailed along the walls of the building next to me, catching it on fire with ease. Inside, I was filled with more pain and anger than humanly possible. Terror woke me from my nightmare, and I sat up screaming. Looking down at myself, I jumped out of the bed as I realized I was on fire. “Fuck! No!” I shook my hands, as if I could shake out the fire.