Firebringer #musical Novels & Stories

Brock growled with a stoicism that cloaked his fear—an emotion I knew he felt but never displayed. "Never was an option," I replied, trying to muster a similar courage in my voice. Our torches cut through the darkness like twin beacons of hope amidst a sea of despair. Brock charged forward, his movements a symphony of brute force and precision. Flames licked the air, consuming the wretched horde before us with an insatiable ferocity that mirrored the hunger of the zombies themselves. Each moan they uttered as they caught fire was a grim reminder of the curse afflicting them, a vile dirge to the lives they'd once led.

" Claudia said and banged the door behind her. "Miss Cooper what was that.Do you not know where to sort out your family issues?" one of the board members shouted angrily Miranda shrieked in her chair" ple... please sir forgive me I had no idea that my sister was going to come here am really sorry" she said with embarrassement written all over her face.

she called again. I didn’t answer. I just walked faster. Her laugh followed me, sharp and cruel. “Ignoring me again? How rude.” She walked faster to catch up to me and then her hand clamped around mine, the moment our skin met my vision tunneled, filled with light and smoke. A voice unfurled in my head, low, steady, ancient, soft yet commanding it slipped through the cracks of my mind: She burns. She is fire-born. Her gift is flame.

Then it all took one blink before an ocean of fire devoured her parents, red flames drowning them and her entire village. “NOOO!” Larice reached out to them, but she was too late. She looked around in horror. Then she noticed—flames surrounded her like the biggest and deepest ocean, and she was the tiny fish; alone, lost, afraid. She couldn’t breathe. What’s happening? Why was the fire not burning her alive? Why did it have to torture her this slowly? “Larice … Larice … Larice!” She squeezed her eyes shut, as she couldn’t handle the sight of the flames. Her blood surged once again, heart beating faster … and faster … and faster …

Nio stood still, waiting for the attack, when several goblin archers on the barricades shouted: "Sunbringer, that's the Sunbringer." The shout spread among the crowd and while some called him by his new nickname, others shouted: "King slayer!" The shamans at the barricades hesitated. That hesitation gave Shieena just enough time to yell: “I am bringing home your brothers and sisters, all of them former prisoners from Canestor. I bring with me the Sunbringer, killer of the dwarf king. You will not use force against us. If you do, he will destroy you with his terrible black magic. He will rain terror and death upon you!”

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.

Literally. The flames danced and writhed, licking at the night sky, turning the darkness into a grotesque orange glow. I could hear the crackling and popping of the wood, the frantic yelps and screams of the Lycans trapped inside. It was music to my ears. Sweet, sweet vengeance.

The light intensified until Killian had to squint against the brightness. Then Annie's fingers twisted, and the massive orb of flame began to shape. It stretched and formed, creating a silhouette. Then two silhouettes. Two figures made entirely of fire, standing close together. One tall and broad-shouldered. One smaller, rounder in the middle. It was them. She'd created them in flame. The fire-Killian reached out to the fire-Annie, pulling her close. They swayed together, dancing slowly to music only they could hear.

I let the power of fire course through me as I tried to find any way to break from his grip. I was at a complete disadvantage. He had me pinned against him. My legs locked against the wall. I was no way to move out of his hold. The only way to get out was to hurt him and run. I let the fire course through me as I gripped him tighter. The heat burned into him, but he refused to pull away. Driven by something I had never witnessed before. Just as the smell of burning flesh filled my nose, the door swung open. Garren's eyes widened in surprise before he saw the fear in my eyes. The purple in his eyes glowed brightly.