In A Burning Heart Novels & Stories

"NO! That's not true!” Phoebe couldn't help but scream at what she heard. She felt something squeezing her heart and it was very painful. Her heart has already been hurt too much. She doesn't want another heartache to keep her heart from being fully burned. But after what she heard it was like a dozen bombs were thrown at her. She heard her Aunt Tella sobbing. When she looked at her, her eyes were filled with tears. "I hope all this is not true. Even me, don't want to believe everything."

You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the wa

said Eva with tears in her eyes. I felt my heart break as she left. She was supposed to call her mom to pick her up and she didn't call her, she was just walking as if her heart had been cut out. It started to rain and the street to get out of my housing development was long. From the door I could see her farther and farther away and I felt less and less like walking.

Her stare grew intense like she tried to sense me and the turmoil in my heart but all she did was turn and vanish into the dark woodland. A sudden pain in my heart almost stopped my breathing and there, it was again. Those blue, icy cold flames burning my skin and numbing everything. Everything but the pain of a broken heart.

Was this how I would die? Tristan would think it was deliberate. He would think I was so angry that I burned down his house. The thought of Tristan's misunderstanding hurt almost as much as the fire's heat. I prayed desperately, "Why would the door jam at a crucial moment?" My body felt weak, my mind dizzy. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't tell what it was. The smoke was disorienting, making it hard to think or breathe. I tried to link Tristan, but my wolf was docile. I began to suspect I was inhaling more than smoke. I knew I would die in there, so I mustered my will and energy and tried to link one last time. "Tristan, help me," I linked him.

How are you not sure that he has gone and gotten engaged to the nubile that Carolyn talked about? I tried to shake my head, but it felt too heavy to even move. "He loves me." I mumbled and reached up instinctively, pressing the chip in my neck again. "He loves me." I repeated again. Another voice—closer now, clearer—filled my ears. I could make out the sound of footsteps crunching through the dried leaves in the forest. My heart raced as I shifted slightly to see who it was, but my vision started to get blurry, the world spinning uncontrollably this time.

Minutes passed like seconds as our eager mouths worked together, our tongues exploring each other as our hot breaths misted out of our mouths. I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest, feeling like it was trying to break out of its cage, and my legs were struggling to keep me standing upright.

--- She dreamed of fire again—but not the roaring inferno she’d learned to wield, not the disciplined heat she kept leashed inside her chest. This fire was small. A single flame burning in the center of a dark room. Around it stood wolves she didn’t recognize—some scarred, some young, some carrying themselves with the quiet authority of elders long ignored. They did not reach for the flame. They simply watched it burn. Then the flame flickered. Fear surged through Rose’s chest. She stepped forward instinctively—and froze. Her feet were bare. Her hands empty. She realized then that the flame did not belong to her.

My eyes flickered with hurt, and my heart burned with jealousy. “Because I wanted to be sure that he wasn't lying to me.” She yelled.

But inside her chest, there was no peace. Burn. The sensation was constant. A searing heat right over her heart, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat, reminding her. It wasn't just pain; it was a brand. A leash. It felt as if a red-hot iron had been pressed into her soul, and it never truly cooled down. It was always there, a dull ache that flared into agony whenever she dared to disobey. “Why do you hesitate?” The voice grated against her mind like sandpaper on stone. It was everywhere, filling her head, leaving no room for her own thoughts. It echoed in the hollow spaces of her skull, loud, demanding, and cruel.