In A Burning Heart Novels & Stories

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

Her chest felt too tight for her lungs, like her bones were a cage closing in. “Stop it,” she said, backing into the bedpost again. “Stop reading me—stop feeling me—stop whatever you’re doing.” He flinched as if she’d stabbed him a second time. “I’m not doing anything,” he said. “You’re doing it. You’re the one… burning through me.” Burning. That word made something inside her twist violently. Images flashed unbidden—torches in the clearing, his eyes in the dark, her own rage licking up like flame when she’d driven the spear into him.

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

Although my body felt tired and scarred, my spirit was still burning. The emotions burning inside me flared up like a burning sea of fire, splashing red light that filled every corner of my mind. The ferocious waves crashing on the shore—that's how I felt right now—rushed in without mercy. My hidden power was pent-up for so long, and now I could feel it throbbing as my bloodstream flowed faster and faster.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

I didn’t know if I was standing on solid ground or on the heart of a star, but the heat wrapped around me like a pulse—alive, aware, and waiting. Each flicker of flame carried faces—wolves, warriors, and strangers I’d never met, yet they felt familiar. The fire recognized me, as if it had been waiting centuries for my blood to return. I tried to speak, but my voice dissolved into the crackle of burning air. There was no sound here, only truth, and it pressed against my chest until I could barely breathe. When I closed my eyes, the shard’s heartbeat matched mine, a rhythm older than time.

“ Why ...does... everyone...that I love....leave me? “Danielle then burst into tears. Seeing her filled with sadness and looking miserable, Anthony held her tightly in his arms. “ I'm here for you, Danielle. I'll make sure that you'll live a happy life.” Anthony whispered in her ears while brushing his hand on her long black silky hair. “ Tell me...why are...you...being ...nice ...to....me" Danielle spoke in like a drunkard does. She felt her body getting hot as she was being held by Anthony. Anthony stared at her flustered faced and he looked at her lips. A very unfamiliar feeling rushed into his body. Then his hand gently traced her nose and to her lips. Danielle felt something burning as