Fire And Brimstone Novels & Stories

"It’s turning… She’s rejected!" The Priest of the High Flame fell to his knees, his staff clattering to the marble. His eyes were wide and fixed on the swirling red flames. "This is not rejection!" he cried out, his voice cracking with terror. "The Silver Fire is under siege. The blood of the old bond…the blood of the true mate is fighting the ritual and it is calling to her from the depths of the earth!" He said horrified.

The hollow lay in ruin. Smoke curled from shattered stone, drifting upward through the cracked ceiling where moonlight filtered in thin, ghostly beams. Moss that once carpeted the floor lay burned to blackened threads. The blood of wolves soaked into the earth, dark and steaming. Witchfire embers hissed against the damp roots, sputtering out one by one like dying stars. The ground still trembled faintly, recalling the storm Selene had unleashed — fire, frost, and raw magic braided together in a force the world had never seen.

Fred walked through the streets with numerous thoughts in his mind. He was oblivious of his surroundings. Reggie ran after him panting. He caught a glimpse of him walking absentmindedly. "Fred!" He called in a high pitched voice. Fred turned slowly to face him. "What do you want?" He asked harshly. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I really didn't mean it. I know I've been a real jerk to you these past few years and I'm very sorry. Please forgive me," Reggie said looking apologetic.

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.

God, I should get some award for self-control. ********************************* When the world drowns in darkness That’s when we both burn bright. Lying beside you, Letting your hands mapping every inch of my body, I am in pursuit of paradise. Do you feel my love in you? Setting your body on fire, I will melt in it like a candle. You are my night novel. When I am done with reading you, You are gonna come like a meteor shower. I wanna run my tongue where you can’t Making you beg,

But since I think it's the place where damned souls stay, let's do this carefully. They walk a few steps to the left and side by side, gently open the door, and peek through a crack. Immediately, screams of pain, like the ones they heard earlier, reach their ears. The environment outside was terrifying. There was fire everywhere. The stone seemed to melt and move on fire. Far away, lava exploded everywhere. It was a place they really didn't want to go into.

I'm here to reckon, and I can't let myself be seduced by this temptress that's somehow managed to light my skin on fire without a single touch. The rest of the evening passes without much intel to go on. It's an engagement party for Brutt, and while his second and other major players in his operation are here, it seems like no one has a loose tongue tonight. I'm sitting in the back of the ballroom, sipping on my beer as the speaker calls Brutt and his family to the stage.

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

She put out the hellfire on her hand and tried to pat out the flames to no avail. His skin burnt away and his flesh continued to disintegrate, but he kept on a relaxed smile and explained how it works. "Hellfire is the hottest fire there is and is often used for torture. It has intense crippling heat but kills a person very slowly. Like what's happening now. Oh, but it won't harm you. It recognises its creator." She looked at his hands where bones were starting to get exposed. The fire also seemed to move up to his wrists. "You can explain those later. Don't you want to extinguish this first?"

Dante struck the match himself, tossing it onto a soaked crate. Flames erupted with a hungry whoosh, racing along trails of fuel, devouring everything in voracious leaps. Crates exploded in secondary blasts, ammo cooking off like fireworks, cash curling into ash. The heat was infernal, driving everyone back as the structure groaned, beams buckling under the assault. Black smoke poured out, a choking shroud that blotted the stars.