Fire Within: Book Novels & Stories

If he kept talking low and dirty to her, she’d come for sure. “It itches, like a thousand ants are marching over my skin. I need to rub somewhere—anywhere. My muscles are poised just on the edge so that if they tighten even an eighth of a centimeter I’ll explode. I burn inside like a river of molten lava is flowing through my veins.”

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

“My name is Ashkar. I teach the art of taming fire. If you don't learn, you will die quickly.” She took a deep breath, trying to keep her chin up. “I want to learn.” Ashkar laughed softly, his voice deep as dragging stones. “Wanting is nothing.” He approached her, the heat of his body radiating even in the cold dawn. “Fire does not come from requests. It comes from torn flesh, from corrosive loss, from consuming rage. Do you know what that is?” Aurora blinked, remembering the water swallowing Helena. Her chest tightened. “I do.”

Father has tried to get him to quit too many times, but since his academic results are great and his combat skills even better, there’s only so much he can do. Tristan rises, slipping the silver lighter from his pocket. Instead of handing it over, he strides toward me. Stopping beside the desk, his eyes narrow as he flips to the front page of the book in my hand. Across the cover, golden letters gleam with the words: The Nature of Fire. He returns to the couch and asks, “Didn’t Lilith say your fire magic was dormant?” “That’s what I thought too,” I murmur. My fingers tighten against the cover, and I try not to think of the many possibilities to explore. Kade abandons his spot and draws close

“Tell me who I am! Tell me why this is happening to me!” My throat worked soundlessly. The words were there, but they were too heavy, too damning. If I said them, there would be no going back. Instead of answering, I reached for her hands, needing to ground her, to ground myself. But the moment my skin brushed hers, a searing heat surged between us. She gasped, yanking her hands back, but it was too late. Flames erupted from her fingertips, small at first, then roaring to life with a sudden ferocity that lit the entire room. The fire coiled around her hands like living serpents, twisting and snapping with wild energy.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be