Fire And Brimstone Novels & Stories

Nat died because of you! "I've already asked. The cremator doors only open from the outside! Nat… she was burned alive because you locked her in there!" Mom was stunned by his shout. She lunged toward the staff like a drowning person grabbing for driftwood, desperate for a different answer. But what met her was only the heavy silence of death. Mom collapsed to the floor, finally accepting the reality of my death. She slumped against the wall, muttering over and over, "How did it end up like this? I just wanted to scare her. I didn't mean for her to actually die…"

Fire. She wanted to scream at me. Maybe slap me. Maybe stab me. And God, I loved that look. But I can't fire her just for that look, that preety mouth decided to keep quiet. Not many people dare look at me like that. Most look at me like I’m a threat. She looked at me like I was a challenge. Then Brooke started flirting with her, right in front of me. She was too innocent or too polite to shut him down. He kissed her hand like some smooth asshole from a cheap romance film.

"I know, sir!" Liam picked up a thick and heavy book, turned the pages, inside were business lessons that were extremely difficult to understand, a child like him could not understand them all. But if at the end of the day, when Olive Vineyard asked and he couldn't answer, he would receive many whips and powerful blows. Whenever Liam disobeyed, Olive would press his head into a large bucket of water, until he could barely breathe, his lungs hurt like he wanted to explode, then he let go. Before becoming the perfect heir, Liam endured all kinds of tortures and sufferings, he ate rancid food to learn how to save, stayed in a cold room to appreciate warm blankets. From the age of 14 until adult

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."

The sky wept fire the night the Silver Crest Pack fell.Not rain, not snow but fire. It dripped from the heavens like molten sorrow, lighting the sacred mountains with flames that danced like devils across the trees. Smoke curled into the cold night air, thick and choking. And beneath it, raw, panicked, desperate, screams echoed through the valley like the wails of the dying stars.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

Smoke leaked from the corners of her mouth as the vision took her, the scent of singed flesh and old incense curling into the superheated air. Fire. Three fires. No, no, no, it is wrong, it is all wrong. The Queen’s blaze, I saw it breathing, screaming— The Devil’s flame—devouring, answering— but the third, the third— a spark in the dark, forgotten, starving— it woke, it woke, it WOKE. The flames are bound by fate, but fate is lying. It is not unity, it is collision. They will BURN each other. They will BIRTH something monstrous. They will choose the end of everything. Or the beginning. It woke. It burns. It comes!” The words slithered through the chamber like a forbidden invocation. They cr

Stefan raged. “It's now automatic, all you need to do is walk through the flames,” The flames were blazing high, filled with wrath and anguish, Cerberus knows that's the only fire that can burn the flesh off our bodies, turning our bones to ash, “How are we going to do that? You know what will happen if we go near it,”

Hot enough to set paper aflame. He left scorching, smoking footprints on the floor with every step. Lily and Kael both took a step back. 【WARNING: S-Rank Boss, ‘The Ashen Revenant,’ has appeared. He was burned alive in a fire. He hates all living things. His ‘Flames of Retribution’ can burn even the soul to ash.】 But I smelled nothing. Felt no heat. To me, he just looked like some poor chimney sweep after a very, very bad day.

Come to me! I had my group throw incense into the fire that we had burning in the south corner. My group begins to chant as I drink from the chalice of black waters, “Charge our blood, turn as poison, nectar to the wise. Breed within us black serpents, sharp of tooth and merciless of fang. We shall be the unfaceable weapons, fill our bodies with venom.