Fire Shrouding Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

Blythe (weeping): "They'll take our child! You promised me!" Xavier (staggering): "What?! Our…?” The fire blazed higher. A dark figure stood behind her now. A hooded man. Holding her wrist and dragging her back into the flames. Xavier (screaming): "NO!" Suddenly, the vision cracked like shattered glass. He was back in the chamber. On his knees. Gasping. Drenched in sweat. The chains around the weapon glowed, vibrating with unseen energy. The scroll in his coat now pulsed faintly—its seal cracked, bleeding crimson smoke.

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.

I reached out and brushed my hand across her cheek, wiping away the tear clinging there. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice high with panic. She blinked at me, a little stunned. “I’m not crying anymore, I swear,” she added with a sniffle trying to sound brave. I tightened my grip on her shoulder. “Tears of grief!” I shouted. The moment I named it, the tear shimmered with power. The pain she had felt, the heartbreak, the fear of losing me it transformed into a luminous barrier of water between us and the dark flames.

The fire roars to life, leaping out of the hearth in an explosive burst. The fire surges forward, engulfing my hands, but I do not flinch. The searing heat licks at my skin. Yet, my face remains stoic, locked onto the inferno before me. I allow the flames to caress my skin for the heat is a mere whisper against my form. A single tear, born from the depths of anguish, forms at the corner of my eye. Slowly, the tear traces a path down my chiselled cheek and I wipe it before it falls down. “Ozar,” Kaine says behind me.

He was actively breaking it. "He's breached the seal," Ashren choked out, black blood trickling from his pale lips. "The souls. He ate them all. He has enough power to crack the steel." A loud, sharp cracking sound echoed across the silent plateau. I whipped my head toward the sword. A hairline fracture had appeared down the center of the grey blade. Black smoke began to pour from the crack, writhing in the air like a nest of angry vipers. "We have to get it to the fire," I said, a wild desperation seizing me. "It's only three miles."

And it was massive. Older than anything I had ever sensed. Not like the Ancients. Not like guardians. This was something else entirely. Something that made the Veil feel… small. The mist collapsed inward suddenly. Then Reality cracked. A sound like shattering ice ripped across the Veil. The sky split open. Silver light poured out of the fracture like liquid moonfire, burning through the air. I staggered back as the tear widened. “No,” Caelum whispered beside me. My heart pounded.

I reached out and brushed my hand across her cheek, wiping away the tear clinging there. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice high with panic. She blinked at me, a little stunned. “I’m not crying anymore, I swear,” she added with a sniffle trying to sound brave. I tightened my grip on her shoulder. “Tears of grief!” I shouted. The moment I named it, the tear shimmered with power. The pain she had felt, the heartbreak, the fear of losing me it transformed into a luminous barrier of water between us and the dark flames.

“How can I ever trust you again after everything you’ve done?” Cassia looked up at her, her face pale and tear-streaked. “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” she said, her voice raw. “I don’t deserve it. But I need you to understand that I never meant to hurt you. I was lost, Elara. I was scared. I didn’t know how to stop.”

I stared at the inferno through hot tears, the orange flames licking closer, relentless and hungry. V..vladislav...

The crimson light from the crack shone brightly, casting shadows across the jagged remains surrounding us. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't take my gaze away from the earth's fracture. The light was more than simply a glow; it moved like liquid fire, bringing whispers and brief visions that made my stomach churn. Shadows swirled in the depths, creating shapes—twisted, half-formed entities that appeared to become closer with each passing second.