Fire Shrouding Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

Her body twirled as the heat became unbearable for her to bear. The flames circled around her and engulfed her. The flames did not consume her; they danced around her in intricate patterns, sizzling and hissing as they touched her flesh. Her screams pierced the air. The scream was so loud that it echoed off the walls. The glass windows scattered because of the scream. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat that trickled from her brows. Each breath was a struggle, the superheated air scalding her lungs. Her vision blurred, and she found herself drifting between consciousness and oblivion.

My fur burned off my body, my skin melted and scarred, flesh bubbling and peeling off. Pain erupted from my body, and it took all of my strength to let out an earsplitting, ground shaking howl. A howl that held every piece of my aching heart, that showed the true extent of how broken I felt, at how blistered and bruised my insides were. 'Atlas!' I screamed, my howl drowning out the snapping and snarling of the rogues. 'Atlas, please! Stop!' Shock--pure shock coursed through me, and I knew it wasn't coming from Lila or I. Shock battered me senseless, and before I could contemplate the source, the fire stopped.

Something that shook the marrow of every living thing present. The fire-born’s eyes narrowed, his wings flaring. “Impossible.” Marcus dragged me against him, his body trembling with both fear and determination. “What now?” I whispered, my voice breaking. From the crack in the ground, claws like obsidian tore free, grasping at the edge. A second roar bellowed, deeper, hungrier, older than the fire itself. The fire-born took a step back. For the first time, I saw hesitation flicker across his burning face.

My eyes were watering so badly I could barely see. I backed up, coughing violently, and that's when I heard the crack. One of the glass containers on the top shelf shattered from the heat. Whatever was inside ignited instantly, sending a fireball across the room. The blast threw me backwards into the hallway. My head cracked against the concrete floor, and for a moment, everything went white. Pain exploded through my skull. I could taste blood in my mouth. Get up. Get up. Get the hell up. I rolled onto my stomach, my vision swimming. The fire was spreading out of the storage room now, licking at the hallway walls. Black smoke billowed toward the ceiling, so thick I couldn't see more than a f

“You don’t have to take this alone. Let me help.” He dropped to one knee, teeth clenched, fire ripping out of his back in jagged bursts. “Get away from the blast. I can hold it.” “You can’t,” Rowan said, dropping in front of him and cupping the sides of his face. “You’re hurting. Let me in.” The Fire Source cracked again, louder this time. The entire crater floor split open, revealing a deep glow beneath the stone. Heat surged upward and shoved the air aside. The light grew brighter, rising through the cracks like something was trying to climb out.

And what better time was there to use it than now – when he sought to create a destructive scene so grand that even the Watchers would have to seriously regard him. “Gather and Shatter” The fireball hummed in a tune so melodious that it was a pity that the only one close enough to hear it wasn’t in the position to admire it. Mane let go of it, and it flew towards the gaping mouth of the helpless reptilian with all of its destructive might. The pitiful beast couldn’t even make any pleas, for it had lost its lower jaw. It could only watch helplessly as the fireball sank into its mouth.

They stop looking at each other, continuing to watch for any suspicious behavior. The feral cats on the street are fighting each other for food. Until they scurry off, hearing loud footsteps approaching. Chris notices that the cats are not on the road anymore. So he grabs his binoculars to get a more detailed look at what is going on. He sees nothing so far but does not give up. Eventually, he sees black shoes approaching in the distance. He puts down the binoculars and notifies Brian. He tugs on his shoulder. "What is it this time?" he asks while feeling annoyed.

Grabbing onto her waist and turning her around, she shrieked in surprise. Her hands holding the wall for support. Pulling the loosely hanging coat on her shoulders, My eyes widened seeing the damage underneath. "Fu**" I cursed seeing the torn shirt sticking to her burned skin, it was red everywhere but thankfully there were no blisters this time. This will heal. She remained silent, her palms tightly pressed to the wall. "Remove your shirt" She tried seeing me, but I pressed her front more to the wall. Not ready to listen to her excuses.

My eyes grew in size as I caught a glimpse of her on the floor, her skirt blazing ferociously and the flames eating it up to her skin. Dropping my hand from my bleeding rib, I ran towards her and crouched beside her, my jaws clenching viscously as I bunched my fists on the bastard fabric, ripping it into shreds and tossing it into the burning flames behind us. Averting my gaze from her lingerie, my eyes fell on her eyes to meet them already on me, glistening with tears and relief, her quivering lips twitching into a shaky smile as tears gushed aggressively out of her green hues that reflected the merciless flames surrounding us.

As Carter writhed beside me, his body bowing with every wave of agony, a different kind of pain ignited in my chest—hot, crushing, suffocating. I fought to keep the shield of light above us intact as the sky cracked open, raining fire and shards of the world we once knew. The air was thick with smoke and heat, carrying the scent of scorched earth and the sharp tang of metal from shattered structures. My fingers trembled, gripping the shield so tightly I could feel the pulse of energy through my bones.