Holy Fire Book Novels & Stories

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

"Kill the Alpha King." "NO!" I roared! I didn't try to hide my magic anymore. I stopped holding back to protect my human body. Every single drop of raw, ancient silver fire in my blood exploded outward in a blinding, nuclear flash! BOOM! The divine light was so intense it instantly melted the stone walls of the hallway into glowing red lava! The two celestial soldiers shrieked as the holy fire slammed into their high-tech armor! Their silver shields shattered like cheap glass, throwing them fifty feet back through the solid palace walls!

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

This felt like it was vibrating on the page and she could not help but touch it. A light electric shock struck her hand and a warning appeared on the page, “This book is meant for the eyes of the Holy Clan. None but those whom are members of the clan may read this book. Great protections shroud this book and anyone defying this requirement will find themselves turned to stone.”

She read: “When all is ash, You are still altar. When the house falls, Your Spirit finds shelter. When they scatter us, You gather fire from the wind.” James exhaled. No applause. No spotlight. Just peace. The kind that doesn’t come from victory. The kind that only comes from surrender. End of Chapter 15🤭 •Chapter 16 – The Fire That Walks The Ember Ground had no walls, but it echoed like a temple. For seven days straight, they gathered the children of the slum, the weary souls, the angry, the hungry, the hopeless. They came not for spectacle, but because something burned here. Something not made by man.

I was afraid that someone I loved was going to get hurt in this fight. I close my eyes and call the full power of the phoenix. I can feel it everywhere, the power of the fire goddess. I can hear my mother’s voice in my head praising me, telling me she’s proud of me. I have unlocked the full potential of the fire god now and not even Chloe’s deity will be able to stand my flames. Fire purifies. Fire cleanses and I can already tell from this much that Chloe’s god hates fire. It hates the light. And my fire burns so bright, I will personally exorcise this deity out of her and burn it to bits.

Mariah asked, “If it’s dangerous, why to keep it?” Immediately a fire started right at the heart of the book causing Anna and Mariah to gasp, leaning back as Abigail watched the fire Ena had started right in between the pages of the book till it died out. Ena put her hand down withdrawing the fire, "it has been tried, but as you can see, it can't be destroyed. This is not a regular book. This is not just dark magic," she replied and the witches were awed at the sight of the book which stood proudly the same as before.

Stopping abruptly, Talon held his right, fisted hand up making his men stop and stand at attention, but he simply wasn't quick enough, "Get down!" Gunshots echoed around the vast space where the soldiers were laid. The majority of the survivors from the village had stood no chance, without the same training at the soldiers, they simply weren't fast enough and were shot on sight. Christian watched as his team loaded their guns and tried to fire back at the terrorists in large sand cars. His eyes glazed over as he watched his best friend, Matty, get shot straight in the temple. It was so quick he almost missed it. Silence followed the sound of engines starting and moving away from them. Christ

are all of those boxes full of your course books? Wow! Looks like you’re really into making the most of this opportunity. But it’s great... in today’s world, it’s... huh, wait a minute... is this... this can’t be your course material. It’s... a... sex manual... um... more like a masturbation guide... holy shhh... really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it.

But when I see the title of the first book on top, I gasp and rush towards it. Absent-mindedly, I sit on the chair and bring it closer to the desk. My hands shake. Why do they shake? I pick the book which makes a bubble of emotions burst in me. "Gone with the wind." by Margaret Mitchell stares right back at me in its red hardcover beauty. My fingers trail each letter of the title as I stare in amazement. I open the book and a note falls from it to the table.