Into The Fire 13 Senses Novels & Stories

I drew a deep breath and closed my eyes, savoring all the scents of the forest… Chills licked the back of my neck, and my muscles tensed. I heard someone scream—a woman. I heard a child's cry. Then I saw flames, felt their heat. I breathed in the smoke—choked on it. The searing sensation, the pain, the shrieks, the agony— I opened my eyes, gasping, frantically trying to catch a breath. It took me more than a few seconds to realize there was no fire; I wasn't the one burning...

Then scorched earth crashed in. Rex's pheromones hunted out from the corridor, barreling through the space between lily-of-the-valley and old paper. The char of wildfire. The bitterness of pine resin. The crack of superheated stone. It didn't probe. Didn't entwine. It swallowed. Old paper held its ground. Scorched earth wouldn't pull back. The three scents twisted into a garrote in the air, cinching around my throat, tighter with every breath. Every inhalation I took was laced with three flavors. The acrid dryness of cold paper. The choking burn of wildfire. The feral sweetness of lily-of-the-valley run amok. They fought inside my lungs.

“The fire flows through us both. Our bodies, our desire, our souls—everything responds to it. Every gasp, every tremble, every arch… it is proof of your awakening.” Her hands curled into his scaled forearms as he pressed closer, lips brushing her jaw, neck, shoulders, igniting her nerves with every contact. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, involuntary, echoing against the walls of the chamber. Her body arched into his, shivering with the intensity of the sensations, as the fire inside her flared brighter than ever.

The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart. Swiftly now, the fire bent to his wil—the flames flickering in hues of blue, red, and orange—and he allowed the heat to flow up his arms. The power which the ancient fire brought to bear was almost too much to command, it was godlike. Never-the-less, Oliver took a deep, steadying breath and imag- ined exactly what he wanted the flames to do.

Chapter 13 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… Darkness surrounded me and the screaming of the wind filled my ears. The ground shook beneath my feet, cracking with each step I took. My flaming fingertips trailed along the walls of the building next to me, catching it on fire with ease. Inside, I was filled with more pain and anger than humanly possible. Terror woke me from my nightmare, and I sat up screaming. Looking down at myself, I jumped out of the bed as I realized I was on fire. “Fuck! No!” I shook my hands, as if I could shake out the fire.

It was a lie. The fire in me wouldn’t rest. It whispered constantly now, not in words but in sensations—images, half-formed thoughts. A door. A heart of stone. The scent of ash and blood. I could almost feel the world itself humming around me, as if everything was waiting for something to break.

I rush to his side, but before I can get there, the world erupts into chaos. Several loud popping sounds erupt around us and acrid smoke fills the air. Thick and suffocating, filling my lungs with burning heat. It blinds me, choking out the light, the trees, the ground beneath my feet. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. My nose is on fire. My wolf senses are completely overwhelmed by the pungent smell and chemical burn that fogs my sight. Every instinct is screaming at me to fight, but my body is trapped in this thick, cloying haze and I don’t know which way to go anymore.

My mind felt fuzzy and I felt drunk or high or something in between those two. “Step into the fire and meet your beast,” Elder Gareth said but his voice seemed far off and for a moment I thought I heard him say fire. I stepped forward and I felt the heat of flames envelope me. It was comfortingly warm but it didn’t burn me. It seemed like a portal of some sorts and the other side was a vast cave and I could hear the dripping sound of water. It smelled almost stale inside, like the air had been trapped there for a while. Sounds echoed and I heard a loud roar but I didn’t feel afraid. My senses were coming back to me now and the fiery entrance was at my back.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

The dripping sound persists, my breath thins, and I descend into darkness. * I wake again to a searing burn against my skin, an acid-like sensation peeling away layers of flesh. Every nerve screams, but my limbs remain immovable—dead weights anchored to stone. I suck in a ragged breath, my mind a sluggish fog, struggling to grasp where I am or how I got here. Time slows, stretching endlessly, and all I can register is the infernal dripping and the unrelenting fire consuming me. *