Ignited Book Novels & Stories

Yet the feeling was unbearable, I wanted to die. Just when I was about to let the despair engulf me fully, I heard Mosi’s voice in my head. I think it was in my head or was she talking to me? “Kalama, let the fire in your heart burn, hot and fierce. You can control it, don’t be afraid.” Her voice sounded muffled, like I was under water. But I could still hear her. Her words woke something inside me. The vision of the little girl passed through my mind, vividly. It gave me the desire to make the fire burn in my heart.

Let him sleep a little longer. She hopped to the edge of the cave wall, which had a large number of twigs. After a while, she had collected a pile of them. She set up the newly collected twigs back to the fireplace and then took the lighter to light the fire. Without a kindling, it was a little hard to ignite just the twigs. She tried a few times and finally ignited one. She quickly took a few slender twigs, put them together, and let them catch fire. As they all started to burn, she put all those burning twigs under the firewood she had set up, and soon the fire grew.

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

I’d studied relics like this for years, piecing together their secrets in quiet libraries, but this was no dusty artifact. It was alive, ravenous, and it wanted something, Keira’s spark, the beast’s power, or both. I gripped it tightly, my mind racing through the ledger’s phrases. Ignis vincit omnia. Fire conquers all. The words had triggered it before; maybe they could control it now. “Stay back!” I yelled, stepping forward, the shard raised like a talisman. “Ignis vincit omnia!” The shard flared, a pulse of red light bursting outward, and the beast staggered, its snarl turning to a pained howl.

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

Tessa Torched knelt, the stone floor beneath boots softening into glowing molten slag before solidifying back into place with smirk. Within hour, air in parlor shifted. Hierarchy was no longer question; it was established fact. They were ambitious, as all Ignis students were, but possessed basic survival instinct that starting feud with the infamous White Witch was quick way to get burned. Within hour I had small functional circle of supporters. Seventh girl was splinter in palm. Emberlyn Ashburn. Small, jittery black girl with glasses so thick they magnified eyes into two moons of perpetual suspicion. Her cornrowed hair glowed like lava. She smelled of dust and old parchment - dedicated boo

“You don’t have to–” “Yes,” I said. “I do.” I closed my eye and breathed in. A deep, slow breath. I prayed to the moon Goddess under my breath hoping that she hears me and just let this thing work. I had never prayed before, I didn't reply on that and so I didn't beg but I hoped. One, that this fire will actually ignite. two, that it wouldn't roar, it wouldn't suddenly burst out like the inferno it is. All I needed was passage.

And balance takes discipline. Let Lilith measure me. Let Ashcroft calculate. Let the Covenant escalate. I won’t burn. I won’t explode. I will endure. And when the time comes— I will choose when the flame ignites. Not them.

"It will kill me! I will literally die in there!" "It's just a few herbs." He shoved me inside without a second glance. "This is the best herb for cleansing a wolf's spirit. Marina, you need to adapt to our ways." "Dominic, please, listen to me—" SLAM! The heavy door crashed shut. I pounded on it frantically. "Dom! Open the door! I really can't breathe this in!" The sage smoke grew thicker, the sharp scent burning my airways. "Dominic!" I screamed through our mind link. "I can't breathe!"