In The Burning Heart Novels & Stories

Before she could say anything, a massive fist slammed hard into my back. "You little punk. I've been wanting to teach you a lesson. You think you can act tough in front of me?" Punch after punch landed right on my old injury. I felt like countless needles were stabbing me madly. The stitches were coming undone. The intense pain made me see stars. I could not catch my breath. My whole body doubled over. "Stop pretending already." Seth wanted to continue. Scarlett seemed to remember something and immediately told them to let me go.

Skylar's POV I felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others, Misery. All because today was Monday. The day that leads to a whole week of school. What can I say? I hated waking up so early –for such purpose– with a burning passion. It's not like I got bullied, had to go through mean girls, or had really bad teachers.

Back in the car, every second was agony for Connor. His fists were clenched tight on his thighs, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He stared unblinking at the crumbling building ahead. "Connor, relax. It'll be fine, don't worry," one of the guys said. "Yeah, there's no way it'll kill her. We've calculated everything," another said. But their voices didn't register. Connor couldn't even bring himself to speak. Then, all at once, he shot up and made for the burning building.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

Forest: Why the hell am I burning up like this? Is it a heart attack or maybe even a stroke. I've never heard of a twenty year old experiencing a heart attack before but I'm sure it's not impossible. Wait, it doesn't feel like there's any pain but I've never felt this burn sensation before. Like my heart is under attack and it stands no chance. Like I actually enjoy whatever this is. I gaze up and I completely forgot that there's this stranger staring holes into my eyes.

This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Everybody stares as she goes by Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes Watch her as she's lighting up the night Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl And it's a lonely world But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Oh, ....

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜

Fireheart. I guess his heart burns with a smouldering fire, just like his gaze. His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down my spine and making my skin tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. I tried to look away, but his eyes held me captive, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

My lungs burned; my veins felt like they were on fire. Through the haze, I saw the entity looming over me, massive now, its form unraveling like smoke in a storm. Every piece of it screamed with agony and longing. I raised my hand. The mark on my chest blazed with light. If the Heart had been born from hunger, then I would answer it with the only thing it didn’t understand, love. I thought of Roman, of Lira, Kael, and Janie, of every soul who had stood by me when they had every reason not to.