Ignited Book Novels & Stories

If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat. But I know that it is not affected by the fire. He's a Basilisk and fire could not kill him, nor harm him. Faris suddenly walked towards us and I took a step back when he came towards me. Take this. He said that my blood almost came to my head. Is he crazy? Who in their right mind would touch a burning rock? That's why I shook my head so fast that it seemed like my neck was about to break from shaking so much. It was still smoking and I could see that it was burning.

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

His wide, frightened eyes were locked on me. "I didn't mean to upset you! Please don't hit me." Even as he said it, his body trembled uncontrollably. He forced himself to lean his head toward me, as if he was bracing for punishment. "What are you talking about? Why would I ever hit you?" Then it clicked. Blazewing had also been reborn. "Did Raven—" "N-no, don't mention her!" His whole body spasmed as if I'd stabbed him, and he curled into himself, eyes streaming blood.

Micha nodded in understanding and we continued searching through thousands of ancient books. Then we saw it. Another book—this one titled: "WARS OF THE REALMS." We looked at each other, excited. But we braced ourselves, afraid it would be blank like the first. I opened it— And the book didn't open. The cover was iron mixed with wood, heavy and old. I tried again. Nothing. Micha suggested we burn it. Maybe melting the metal would open it. So we threw it in the fire. Nothing. Not a scratch.

It was the sound of a world being born and a world being destroyed at the same time. I didn't use my hands. I didn't use my spear. I threw my head back and let out a scream that shook the very foundations of the Earth. I reached into the sky, into the stars, into the deep, hidden code of the universe that lay beneath the snow and the stone. The Blood-Gold fire didn't just flow from my hands; it erupted from the earth itself. The snow in the courtyard didn't melt. It **ignited**.

“Do you know your in-laws know their daughter was going to be the firewolf? That was why they knew she was the one, after she turned on you.” Wayne raised a surprised eyebrow but didn't say anything. “I read through the book the entire night and while it was very informative, there were little things it didn't provide. Like what the Ignis chain was and how it could be found.” “Ignis chain,” Olive muttered and clasped the chain around her neck. “Ignis is the Latin word for fire. In order words, the fire chain. I couldn't figure out what that was until just few moments ago when I sighted this chain.”

But by then, I had already let go of everything. My form had gone completely transparent, ready for the next chapter. Ahead of me lay a path bright and open. My passion would never fade, my devotion would outlive even after my final breath.

Don Bryant, who was standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Is there really nothing else that can be done to save Oliver, Cynthia?" I shook my head, replying calmly, "There's nothing that can be done, Don Bryant. You see, once someone is tainted by a black witch, the damage is irreversible. It's only a matter of time before his life force is completely drained. Your best course is to begin making funeral arrangements for Oliver now, Don Bryant." Having said that, I took William's hand and walked away, deliberately ignoring the heart-rending cries of despair that erupted from Oliver behind us. …

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

To her greatest bewilderment, it didn’t seem like it was totally irrelevant and it read thus; “let me start by saying a very big sorry to you. It’s me Ekaris, I was the one that called earlier during the day. This is what I should have done earlier before now, but the courage and morale to do that was lacking in me. I feared how grieved and angry you were and probably you are …. I never meant all those stuffs to happen regardless that they have. It was my foolishness, selfishness and I that should be blamed….most especially me for possessing such bad and insane qualities. Whatever you feel right now is right, I really deserve no mercy. I know right from time, I couldn’t just do things on my