Holy Fire Book Novels & Stories

I had thought that it would burn me – taking a peek at the two women who were with me, they were back away from the fire, Leah patted the small flame that got on her pants, Lyv helping her put it out. I could still feel the heat, but what was odd was that the flames didn’t burn me. I lowered my hands slowly, looking at the book – now burning yet the pages were intact. My heart beat fast as I walked back to the podium. I blink, there was something new. I blinked again. I rubbed it, feeling the sting I had felt when Leah brought me to Neverwhere.

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.

Herculia pushed out a soft breath—her clothes and hair returned to normal, and all the fire disappeared, leaving behind glowing orange flowers beautifully scattered across the bushes and trees. “Huh? Nothing burned?” Nicole asked softly, in surprise. “My flames only burn what I tell them to. It doesn't matter what they engulf; if they aren't giving orders to destroy, they won't. Although not on the same level, this is the same kind of fire magic used by the Immortal, Avia Ignius—Divine Pyrokinesis,” Herculia answered, then turned around slowly before her eyes stopped glowing. *****

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

“Jane, at a time like this, shouldn’t you be thanking me? After all, when you’re reduced to ashes, you’ll have to beg me to graciously collect what’s left of you.” My fingers slipped off the blistering steering wheel. Just as my consciousness was about to cut out, a frantic male voice pierced through the comms. “Thomas! Why hasn’t Jane’s signal come back yet?!” It was the team manager! Drawing strength from somewhere I didn’t know I had, I clutched the comms tightly and screamed with the last of my energy. “Second stage, undeveloped sector! The car is on fire, about to explode! “Requesting immediate emergency rescue!”

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

If he had found her, that means they had saved Swayer as well. “Yes but it was already too late. The entire building was burnt to the ground before we got there.” Gerald replied. “We?” Cruella asked curiously. “Yes, I'm from the fire department. I'm actually the captain. When I found you, you were burnt up and I thought you were dead but you suddenly started breathing and I knew God had given you a second chance.” “God? Who is that?” Cruella asked with a frown. “You don't know God? He is the creator. He created everyone and everything.” Gerald explained and Cruella frowned.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

I watch as Erik reaches for her, he is about to speak but I cut him off. “Enjoy the parting gift. When she claims her throne, you will be able to reclaim yours. Until then, enjoy the everlasting fire. It’ll keep even the coldest of hearts warm.” I say, snapping my fingers and letting the rush of shadows and flames consume me as I leave the palace and return to my kingdom. To use my book and find my queen.

I bit down on his lip, chewed, and licked, a chaotic dance of fury and desire. My hands, no longer just scratching, tore at the already tattered fabric of his shirt, ripping it from his body. For the first time, I let my hands roam freely across his skin. Ryker's body shivered in my grasp, a raw, involuntary response that sent a jolt of power through me. He pulled me tighter against him, our bodies mashing together, the kiss deepening into something more consuming than before. The world around us—the shattered glass, the broken furniture—simply vanished. There was only the fire between us, a scorching, dangerous mix of rage and desperate need.