Fire And Brimstone Novels & Stories

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.

Without a word, the warrior fell to the ground, writhed for some seconds and became still. Freya cackled in satisfaction, and then released a bout of fire to one third of the fifty, laughing when they burnt to ashes. Fikan. The flames on her hands. Fikan. Fire peculiar to the gods, alone. Fire fiery than hades. The knowing rang true in her mind.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

The thought made his stomach churn. “That evil b*tch!” Ceynol roared, his voice cracking with frustration. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. “She doesn’t even realize the extent of her foolishness!” Flames clawed hungrily at the sky, thick black smoke billowing upward. The firefighters they had called were doing their best, but it wasn’t enough. How could it be? This wasn’t just an ordinary fire—it was fueled by volatile chemicals, making it nearly impossible to control.

Yet here it was, melted to the ground. I stooped down to touch the wet ash under my boots, brushing my wet hair back. Rubbing the ash between my thumbs, I shook my head. Regular fire did not do this. This was the work of something else. Devil's Fire. A sacred fire that burned from within, and never showed its flames until it was too late.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

“ May you burn in Hell. The animosity, loathing, and disgust in her words slammed against my chest. And as her dark eyes glared at me, revulsion swirled in them and made me hyper aware of the fact that this woman was fueled by her hate…hate for me. “You took my son away from me, and for that you will suffer eternal Hell and damnation.” “I didn’t” Another slap to the face cut off my words, ripping more tears from my body. Fire burned my cheek, trepidation charred my insides. “You deserve every ounce of the wrath Nico will rain down upon you. And I look forward to seeing you suffer.” Her words were gritted between clenched teeth, the veins in her neck protruding as disdain flowed through her v

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.