Fire And Brimstone Novels & Stories

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

My claws extended, scraping against the torch as I lit it. The fire caught quick. It climbed up the dry branches until it was a tower of orange and gold. The smell of burning fur filled the air. Acrid and heavy. Stinging my throat. The flames reflected in every eye around me. They were waiting for me to speak. I didn’t. There was nothing to say. I just watched as the fire consumed them. The bodies twisting as the heat grew. It was punishment, yes, but also protection. No evidence left behind for carrion to feed on, no chance for their deaths to poison the earth under my pack’s territory.

He was always doing things that could make you mad and it was annoying and I outrightly wanted to call him stupid for doing what he just did but wince he always had a reason for the stupid things he did, I decided to ask why he did it instead. "The fire in that lighter contains sulphuric content and brimstone, which could make fire burn very violently. Violently enough to burn this entire place since there's nothing stopping that fire now, it's going to burn badly. You always need a weapon with you wherever you go you know?" I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was smiling coyly as always when he was making comments like this.

His burned hand stretched out, trembling with rage and desperation. The fire roared in defiance. It surged upward, a column of blood-red light, blasting the air around him. Sparks struck his skin, blistering his arm. He screamed, stumbling back, his body nearly consumed. The pack recoiled. Some shouted in horror, others in awe. The scent of burnt flesh and blood filled the chamber. But through the chaos, the fire did not relent. It leaned farther, stretching, bending—until its searing glow licked dangerously close to me.

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

her brother said in disgust "Sir, I understand if you want to see me but why are these two here cause I won't sit here and watch them disrespect me" I and my wolf is getting angry, they are disrespectful "No one is disrespecting you Alpha Jasper" his tone was spiteful Calming my wolf down "why am I here" "She is a white wolf" was her father reply "Yes, I knew it, I guess right" Bryan screamed out on his seat "I could always smell her scent from the onset"

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.

Then we let our fire take over. “Holy fucking hell. What the fuck did I just see?” Brentley asked. “We can set ourselves on fire. It comes in handy when some asshole gets a little too close.” I told him. “Spontaneous combustion and poisonous. You two are fucking everyone’s worst nightmare.” Asher commented.