Fire Shrouding Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

Glass began to spiderweb and crack under the thermal shock, and the liquid inside the tanks started to boil, hissing like a thousand angry snakes. Venus roared. It wasn't a human sound. It was a tectonic shift, a vibration so powerful it made the very marrow in my teeth ache and the reinforced walls groan in protest. Her golden eyes blazed with a prehistoric fury as she lunged toward the spreading wall of fire, her huge, spade-like hands swatting at the air as if she could simply smother the sun. But the flames were greedy. They climbed higher, licking at her silver-white hair and the ornate edges of her heavy robes, turning the white room into a kaleidoscope of flickering orange and bruised

Focused. With a roar that split the sky, my flames erupted outward. The chains of shadow shattered, bursting into smoke. My claws drove deep into Ryker’s chest, raking across muscle and bone until golden fire seared through the wound. He howled, staggering back, black smoke billowing from the gash. I forced myself upright, sides heaving. My body was tearing itself apart, molten veins glowing like rivers of fire beneath my flesh. My legs shook, every step a threat to collapse, but I advanced anyway.

Kick after kick, the all too familiar metallic taste hit my taste buds until the crimson liquid was being coughed up. He crouched down to my now floor-level height before gripping onto my hair, forcing me to look up at him. He gripped onto my shirt before ripping it down the middle and chucking the now teared fabric to the other side of my room. My bare bra was in front of him and my eyes widened in fear once he began caressing the strap of the undergarment. I felt his lips press up against my chest, leaving a forced trail of kisses along my skin, probably leaving hickeys as well.

The promise he made when he said he’d burn every gate to keep her. She wasn’t just enduring this for herself. She was enduring it for them. Her muscles screamed, but she moved anyway. Her elbows locked. Her knees pressed to the ground. Her spine arched. Tears poured down her face, turning to steam before they reached her jaw. And with one last cry torn from the center of her being, she howled— —and the fire shattered around her. She lay gasping on the floor, skin blistered, vision blurred. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs trembled.

The fire roared to life, blue at first, before it settled down to orange and yellow. Sprout clapped his tiny hands and cheered from where he was perched on Titan’s shoulder. The little tree dweller with his shrill voice and the hulking future Beta with his thundering baritone were an unlikely pair of friends but Cory rather liked the duo. During the fire show, Fracture and Leech had been cooking. Fracture was almost as bulky as Titan but pale whereas Titan had a deep brown skin tone. Fracture turned his pale grey eyes upon Cory. “Ready for dinner, Lady Corinna,” said Fracture.

She turns slowly, and though Lumina can’t see her eyes, something about her expression makes her chest tighten. Then — a baby crying. The sound echoes, sharp, desperate. It's alone, lying on stone, wrapped in a blanket stained with something dark. A fire blazes next. Screams cut through the night, shadows running in panic. The flames twist, reaching for the sky like they’re alive. Then the mirror goes still for half a second. Lumina gasps. And just before more can be revealed — a loud, echoing crack. The mirror splinters down the center.

He asked, pulling me into him as if he could see easily through the chaos. Thorne groaned and a fire ignited in his palm — hellfire. It cut through the shadows revealing his face and body to me. I winced at the blood coating his flesh but couldn't see any visible wounds, "What the hell is happening there?" "It's bloody murder and I'm not sure when she'll run out of power," Thorne grunted as he pressed his fire into the shield causing it to instantly shatter, "I heal fast, though. She's going to have to do a lot more than shoot spikes made of water and wood at me to do actual damage."

"They're not real, they're not…" But she could still hear them below, smelling her and waiting. From up here, the world stretched in every direction, ruined and glowing under the fractured sky. Fires burned in the distance and beyond the city, she could see where the land itself had cracked open, massive spaces glowing with crimson light and above it all… a tear. A rift, wide as the horizon. Something peaked through it, light or maybe darkness, she couldn't tell and the air shimmered where it touched, as if the laws of nature couldn't decide what they were anymore.

Because fire always took, and it never took without leaving scars. I closed my eyes, the flames crackling louder, each breath heavier than the last. Images flickered behind my lids—Angela’s fierce loyalty, Damian’s unshakable faith, the pack that had cast me aside yet still bound me in ways I could not deny. The shard pulsed against all of it, pressing harder, hungry for what it had already chosen. My hands shook, but I did not lower them.

But it's not sweat—it's blood, seeping from my pores as the fire consumes me from within. Then the tearing begins. My skin splits open—arms first, long jagged tears that run from shoulder to wrist. Then my stomach, my legs, everywhere at once. It's like invisible knives are filleting me alive, peeling back layers of skin and muscle to expose what's underneath. I scream until my throat goes raw. Until I taste copper. Until no sound comes out at all. "Soon, you'll be with me, my love." Ava's voice drifts down from somewhere above me.