Into The Fire 13 Senses Novels & Stories

Something was wrong with his touch, my skin was burning, like someone had put me on flames. It didn't felt right. I let out a startled gasp as he roughly palmed my core. More heat, more burning sensations crawled along my skin. His finger moved between my lips, separating them as he gazed down there. "Claus," Cassius interrupted. My insides were red-hot, my stomach, my thighs, my heart, my chest, everything was on fire. My senses betrayed me as I felt fiery touches on my skin. My eyes closed shut, I needed cold, something glacial, smooth, soft. I needed water. My breathing shortened, it felt like I was losing life.

“GET UP.” ​A new sensation slammed into my chest, violent and invasive. It wasn't themandirtfestostostostostostoestostostostostostostostostostostostoststststststg void of rejection this time. It was fire. Liquid, white-hot fire injected directly into my heart. ​I screamed. It was a guttural sound that tore my own throat. ​The fire spread, racing through my veins, boiling my blood. The numbness of the cold vanished instantly, replaced by an agony so intense it eclipsed everything else.

*** 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.

“I didn’t ask what I was doing, I asked what you are feeling” “I feel a warming sensation that builds up until it burns, but the burning is pleasant” “Perfect. Now bear with me. Listen closely. What do you feel?” “Nothing” “You are not listening, so you are not feeling. You heard the fire’s calling, so you felt the warmth. Listen.” “I feel… ticklish. Just the tip of my fingers, but I feel it. It’s like the feeling you get when your head doesn’t realize you are drunk, but your body does.”

My mouth was hang-opened, and my eyes could no longer comprehend the blurry situation. I covered my ears and shouted. I feel like I was about to get burned. Suddenly, I felt a tiny fire flew into my toes as I closed my eyes to avoid seeing how the pain burning my skin. It was also the time I knew I wasn't wearing any slippers at all. But to my astonishment, I was too terrified when I realized that the fire disappeared; it became a vapor. After that, I can sense the range of the wind circulating the fires. The tips of my hair strands blew with its direction. That blowing sound washed away my fear.

As I reached out and drew closer, I felt a surge of heat emanating from the core of my being. I felt the air warming around me, crackling with energy. Someone gasped and stepped back as I felt the heat growing more intense. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I concentrated, my shoulder throbbed in rhythm with my efforts. Suddenly, I smelled smoke. I opened my eyes as the edges of the bed flickered with fire. The flames pushed against my skin and burned the mattress, yet they were contained by the barrier. The panic that flared within me eased as I heard Joy speaking again.

I got out of bed slowly and walked down the stairs. A strange scent tickled my senses but I couldn’t hear anything, not even a heartbeat and I couldn’t see anyone either. I moved through the dark house trying to ascertain where the strange feeling was coming from. Yellow fire burned in my hands and I let it spread to the room beyond me. It spread from the kitchen to the dining area and I saw a flicker of a movement from the corner of my eye. I moved with it towards the counter. “Mein.” I had spoken the words out loud and I felt rather than see the person go down.

Rose was listening to the teacher who was teaching them trigonometry, she already knows it but she is using it to distract herself from the two lovebirds sitting beside her, she wish her mate accept her, she made up her mind to go see him after the class and ask why he doesn't want her and then she will accept the rejection but suddenly she was starting to feel uncomfortable again in her seat, all she could feel all over her body was a burning sensation, she is feeling a great pain all over her body and she kept shifting in her seat, everything was starting to get blurry she tried to mind link someone cause she could not talk even to call the lovers beside her but she was too weak to do so.

“I’m calling the fire department—” But I wasn’t listening. I ripped my arm away from his grasp and bolted. “Blaze! Don’t!” Jared’s voice rang behind me, but it was distant, muted, insignificant. Because I couldn’t stop. Faith was inside. Faith was burning. And I would die before I let that happen. The moment I breached the entrance, the heat slammed into me like a wall, a scorching, suffocating wave of agony. Smoke choked the air, thick and blinding, searing my lungs as I staggered forward.

It was like a spark had been lit within her, and she couldn't help but let it burn. The heat intensified, becoming almost unbearable, a weightless feeling that left her floating somewhere between reality and a dream. As her hands wandered, her senses heightened. Every inch of skin felt like it was on fire, every breath drawn in was suffused with a heady scent that she couldn't quite place. It was as if all her senses were working overtime, but she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to savor it, to soak it all in.