Ignited Book Novels & Stories

*Boom* Both men stared into the other’s eyes, locked in a maddening clash that shook the entire stadium. Igneous released a small roar and slammed his foot onto the stage. The stage remained firm, undaunted by the power of one beneath 6 Stars, but the earth did tremble. The black aura that engulfed Igneous grew stronger and exploded into the sky. When it faded, his aura had changed. It was no longer as dark as the night it embodied, but fiery red, like the flames of hell. #The one who reigns over fire has reared his head. Would Jack be able to handle this as well? #

No war cry followed. No sigil blazed in warning. Only her hand rising. The spiral burn on her palm pulsed. The air stilled. Then, Ignition. The eastern wall collapsed in on itself, stone turning to dust mid-fall. A wind roared through the square, but it carried no leaves. Only ash. Flame didn’t leap, it moved with precision. As if it had read the history of every corridor and memorized which sins to incinerate first. The council chamber.The altar vault.The priest sanctum.

Maybe I can slip back into my old life, pretend none of this ever happened. I take a steadying breath and step forward. The darkness swallows me whole, pressing in from all sides like a living thing. I murmur, “Incendia.” Flames flicker to life all at once, filling the cave with a warm, flickering glow. My breath catches in my throat as the cave is revealed before me.

The beautiful, innocent spark that had ignited this inferno. *I craved to rouse her from slumber not with tender lips, but with my fingers clamping around her delicate throat, pinning her beneath me as I growled the savage truths of my conquests waged for her. The roaring infernos devouring the night, the brutal clashes spilling blood, the fallen foes crumpling like her father's shattered illusions, watching terror flicker in her gaze before it yields to the fire of our unbreakable tether. With the city crumbling in flames beyond our window, I'd claim her fiercely, thrusting deep into her yielding heat, our bodies locked in a feral rhythm of dominance and devotion that transforms ruin into t

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

Haven’t seen one in three hundred years. She woke up gasping, clutching her chest. The cave was silent. The air buzzed with leftover echoes. And deep inside, where everyone else had their spiritual roots—something in her had quietly, finally, started to burn.

Hade had left me in here alone. To die. Goodbye mama and papa. Goodbye Ayla. The smoke from the fire was making it hard to breath and I couldn’t help byr ciugh inti the gag. It was getting harder to breathe and my eyes were my eyes. It was getting difficult to keep them open. Suddenly a black shadow came into being. I looked past the water that had gathered. Hades had come back. “Íxera óti tha ísoun edó. Símera tha se xefortothó”

I hung up and ditched the SIM card down the drain. The manager flashed me a grin and a thumbs-up. "Kid, you're all right." I cracked a smile, grabbed my tray, and got back to work. Every step was agony, my foot screaming with each move, but I pushed through. My sweat was not just sweat; it was the essence of freedom. At ten, my shift ended, and I ducked into the storeroom, poring over "C Language Programming" by the glow of the emergency light. Then the letter came: my ticket to Camford. Teacher James snagged it from the courier, snapped a picture, and sent it my way, all on the sly.

He opened it so slowly that I almost took it from him and ripped the paper apart. The box revealed another box which looked like a treasure chest and I had his name engraved on it. Raising his brow, he opened it and saw the items inside. He took the book out which was left inside the box and then opened it. “It is a journal.” I said helping him get an idea.

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.