Fire And Brimstone Novels & Stories

Chapter Two “I swear to you,” I start, hands shaking. “I’m not working with the Devil.” “Please.” Ruth pushes off the desk and goes to the fireplace. She waves her hands over the logs, conjuring a small fire. She purses her lips, looking at the small flames in annoyance, and waves her hand over the logs again, doubling the fire. “There’s only one reason you’d find brimstone, and we both know what it is.”

It was a soft and sweet promise but I only shook my head, feeling too overwhelmed but still needy. "I can promise you that I’m going to take you to new heights that you’ve never imagined. That I’ll make you feel pleasure so intense that you forget your name. I’ll fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy." Oh my God. I groaned at the sensation of yet more wetness seeping from my body, drawn out by Caesar’s blunt language and the pain of having his enormous dick inside me. I ducked out of his grip, shooting him a mock dirty look.

He unleashed a thunderous roar that shook the continents above him, a cry imbued with the wrath of ancient times, then spewed from his mouth a black flame—not ordinary fire, but an infernal fire that fed on fear itself. The flames shot upward through the cracks, reaching the colossal pit in the ritual chamber within the Palace of the Sun of Ages. There, the pit glowed as if it had transformed into the open maw of a volcano, tongues of fire rising until they pierced the roof of the raging palace, cascading into the sky in enormous columns visible for miles.

Another was ‘mother’—a word imbued with warmth and familiarity, evoking feelings that felt both personal and universal. The priest’s lips curled into a faint smile as he continued to speak, though my grasp of his meaning remained elusive. After finishing his whispered blessings, he placed a single delicate hibiscus bloom into my hand, followed by a tiny pinch of kumkum, the bright red powder often used in sacred rituals. I accepted these tokens of positivity and hope, feeling a strange mix of reverence and joy.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

A call comes through the station, I walk toward the stairs so I could go downstairs to the rig. Before I could even say anything she’s already saying. “I know, I know. Be safe. I will speak to you later.” “Bye baby girl…” I tell her hanging up and pocketing my phone. "Come on King, you’re slower than my fucking Grandma." O’Conner complains. I roll my eyes at the asshole. “Just fucking drive.” I grunt, I’m in my turn out clothes getting into the rig. "I heard the fire is bad, even the chief is coming…" Prince says.

The wind carried the scent of ash and blood as night fell over the Stone Vale. Shadows danced around the ancient Circle, cast by flames that licked skyward from the enormous pyre at its heart. The Bonefire, sacred and wild, roared in defiance of the veil between worlds. Sparks curled like spirits breaking free, spinning in maddened spirals above the ring of stones.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

May the southwest wind blow to break this mountain into pieces and filled the valleys around this mountain. Oh, holy fire, you are the fire that burn in the water, that burn live woods, that burn rocks and the mountains may your holy fire oh celestials lord burns this mountain I am moving around it and caused the shattered remains to fill this place and it shall be a miracle that people would see and tremble that you alone could do this, Fire descend now.