Holy Fire Book Novels & Stories

she said in awe. Cara dropped the black ink and then focused her attention on the book. “It says here that the white fire is called the Mystical flames and that any protector who steps inside it without being worthy will be burnt by it.” “It searches for the one worthy enough to carry the powers it beholds. Many have tried thinking they were worthy but they have all failed and therefore killed.” “What happens when the mystical flames find the worthy one?” Amelia asked curiously. “No one knows as the worthy one has ever been found,” Cara answered. “Everyone that went into the fire died as if they weren’t worthy.”

Yet here it was, melted to the ground. I stooped down to touch the wet ash under my boots, brushing my wet hair back. Rubbing the ash between my thumbs, I shook my head. Regular fire did not do this. This was the work of something else. Devil's Fire. A sacred fire that burned from within, and never showed its flames until it was too late.

It was the Nine Light Holy Fire! The ground started to spurt fire as well. It was an inferno! Divine Order's Flame and Ground Fire intermingled to burn the entire army of the Zago race in a sea of fire. The mysterious woman was filled with pain. Black smoke wafted into the air, and her true form appeared.

With her blood I draw a crucifix on the back of her head as I continued my prayer “Thrown down into Hell to pay for his sins for all eternity. There’s nothing her for you, demon. I command you in the name of Jesus, burn in the fires of the Holy Ghost” Instantly, her body is enveloped in a majestic fire, a fire which burns only her flesh as she keeps roaring in agony. She has one final roar as her body is completely consumed in fire, not even her ash was left I fall on my feet trying to steady my breath and Haley runs out from her hiding place after spending hours in the closet without hearing anything. She place my head on her chest to help me to catch my breath and that’s relaxing as fuck!

Beautiful. I closed my eyes, focusing inward, as the book instructed. I pushed past my breath. Past my thoughts. Past the memory of Nicholas. The sting of betrayal. The weight of disappointment. What I found instead was fire. It wasn’t just a metaphor. It lived inside me. A flame coiled in my soul, not burning me—but fueling me. It pulsed like a heartbeat. Responded to my anger. My resolve. My pain. And slowly, I could feel something else.

I whispered with a soft smile, and a mischievous look appeared on his face. “And you, my love, are The Devil’s Fire.” And he sealed my lips with a kiss full of promise, protectiveness, and so much love it had me melt in his arms. ֎ ֎ ֎ Just when we opened the door to step out into the hallway, Antonio and Giovanni snapped their heads toward us. Giovanni had been pacing and quickly went to stop in front of me with Antonio. “What took so long? What’s going on? Are you okay?” Giovanni’s questions came out right after the others anxiously.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

The magic grew. "Ahhh," Bastian yelled out. That was it, all I could take. I let go. My skin turned to flames. Fire burst from our joined bodies. It didn't hurt. It was the most exquisite feeling I'd ever known. My loud cry echoed his. The flames rose higher until we were an inferno of pure power. I didn't pass out, but as my body calmed, I worried that we caught the lair on fire. Bastian laughed. "No, it's a fire only the two of us can feel. Though I'm sure it was seen from realms away."

Her hair shimmered in the wind — no longer the girl they had bound to the pyre. “Then I’ll bring fire of my own,” she said. “Not to destroy… but to protect what they tried to burn out of me.” She faced the holy fire at the altar of the grove — the Eternal Ember, a flame that had never been extinguished since the earliest druids sang to the moon. She thrust her bare hands into it. Not a scream. Not a wince. The fire did not burn her. It crowned her. Wreathing about her wrists, her collarbones, her spine.

Her final weapon. One video. One lie. One truth twisted enough to shatter everything. “Let’s see how much love survives this.”