Into The Fire 13 Senses Novels & Stories

At that time I already had the impression that his taste was spicy, because my tongue was already more than taken by his breath, and I should both be on fire. Gradually an intoxicating sensation took over my body, rising from the tip of my feet to the back of my neck. I had the feeling of being on fire. Burning around Flynn.'s While he gave me enough fuel to count on fire. Flynn closed his eyes for a single moment, moaning my name, while his body stiffened completely and he propelled himself to me once again.

Listening not to emotion, but to intent. Lucian’s voice surfaced unbidden. Fire listens to rhythm. Don’t command it. Lead it. She inhaled slowly. The flame rose. She exhaled. It obeyed. By midmorning, fire threaded between her fingers in precise streams—controlled, sharp-edged. Not wild. Curious. Alive. “This is us,” she said quietly. “All of us.” The children pulsed in response—three distinct impressions brushing against her awareness. One steady. One volatile. One achingly gentle.

My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might break through my ribs. And then—fire. It sparks inside me on pure instinct. It doesn’t come from anger or control. It comes from survival. It starts in my heart, races up my spine, seeps into my bones, and then it bursts free. Flames roar around me, bright and blinding. The creature screams. But it doesn’t sound like a wolf. The fire wraps around it, so intense I can’t even see its shape anymore. Just light. Heat. Power. When the flames finally die down, the woods fall silent again.

It was like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. At that time, I could not control my emotions, and I did it. My bloody hands... My ear rang at a sudden noise as the smell of ashes and an eggy odor mingled with my breath. At first, I thought it was from my memories, but now, I don't think it is. Sniff, sniff! I raised my nose, sniffing the air, and my wolf's senses kicked in. “Fire! Something is burning!” My mind raced as I tried to figure out what was happening. I could feel the heat of the flames, even from where I stood.

My vision blurred. My body felt wrong. Too hot. Too tight. Like my skin wasn’t enough to hold me anymore. I gasped. Then, It burned. Heat roared through me, molten, alive. It crawled through my veins, spread into my bones, seared every inch of my being. I choked on the heat, gasping. And suddenly... I wasn’t just burning. I was fire. The creature turned, its soulless eyes shifting from my brother to me. It displayed an eerie like intelligence.

‘There’s a fire in the archive library! No response. I grab my bag in my mouth as I begin running towards the exit. I’m moving blindly. The fire is everywhere and I’m not certain if I’m even going in the right direction. I jump and weave my way through the fire when I finally see it. The exit! Yes! I drop my bag as I use my paws to try to open the door, but it doesn’t work. I flinch, feeling the fire burn my back. I shift back; the pain spasming through me before it disappears.

A fire. A scream. Silver eyes watching as I burned.

In the next instant, as I put myself in a defensive position I was no longer in the castle, everything around me was darkness mixed with reddish flames that touched my skin, penetrating the layer of tissues as if they were nothing, I suppressed a groan of pain, because every time that fire touched my skin I could feel the bubbles forming. My chest rises and falls rapidly, to get air as quickly as possible, but the air is not pure and soot adheres to my mucous membrane and begins to burn me from the inside. A sharp sound echoes, at a low frequency that only I can hear, but thin enough to make blood run down my ear. My eyes begin to burn from the center, consuming their color. Every sense of m

The prairie is every bit as dangerous as the sea, and here, sharks hide in every shadow. The scent of smoke hits my lungs, and I slow, lifting my head to take a deep breath. Something is on fire. I come to a stop and inhale a few more times. The scent of burning timber registers. This isn’t a grass fire. It smells like the forest after a lightning strike. But there is no forest near us. It has to be a structure fire. Another whiff brings the milder scent of burning leather–and then a fainter note of fur and flesh. “What is that?” Kan asks through the mind-link.

Astrid’s POV The smoke was thick enough to taste—bitter, metallic, like burnt blood. I couldn’t see ten feet ahead, but I didn’t need to. I always knew where he’d be — in the heart of it. “Sebastian!” My voice cracked in the air, thin and desperate. The trees around me hissed as the fire crept along their bark. Everything smelled like ash and fur. The forest wasn’t just burning — it was alive, angry, roaring.