Into The Fire Book Novels & Stories

And there would be no coming back for her after that. She wasn’t built for monsters like me. So she have to walk away. Sooner or later, she would. She have to. Because if she didn’t… I would drag her into my darkness myself. And the fire between us would burn her alive.

The cave vanished. I was falling. Then— Fire. It roared around me, scorching everything in its path. Shadows twisted within the flames, faceless figures reaching for me, whispering in a language I didn’t understand. What is this? The heat burned, but it didn’t consume me. Instead, it sank into my skin, into my bones, like it belonged to me. A voice echoed through the fire. "Elias." I turned sharply, my pulse hammering. The flames shifted, parting just enough to reveal a figure standing in the distance.

There was confusion and a sense of caution there. "Travis," she said hoarsely. "Can we talk?" I stopped Claire before she could explode. Then, I looked at Madison. "Come with me." I led her to a quiet corner and lit a cigarette out of habit. Madison stood awkwardly in front of me. Her voice came softly. "You used to hate cigarette smoke. Why are you—" "Just cut to the chase, or leave," I said curtly, my voice icy. She paused. When she spoke again, her voice trembled. "I thought you were dead. Both of you."

“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.

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

A surge goes through my body and I throw myself before the fire place, "Darius, no! wh-why, why did you throw the book into the fire!?" I watch helplessly as the book begins to burn. Taking a hasty move I stick my hand into the flames, trying to grab the book but the heat of the fire consumes my hands and I hiss in pain. Darius grabs onto me, hauling me away from the fire and into his arms. "Fuck, Audrey. What is wrong with you!? Why did you put your hand into the fire, do you not consider you will get burnt!?" My gaze is still fixated on the book as it chips away, the familiar pages folding in burns.

Something was wrong, and he didn't know what it was. “Can you tell me what's going on? Why don't you let me sleep?" “Something's wrong. I feel the fire inside my heart burn brighter.” – Zog answers, in his head. "I also feel some strangeness, but it must be because of the noise these mutts make." “I don't think that's it. I think our fireheart is close” – Zog replies. "That's impossible. The only shedragons here, are Hanna, Nymphe and Iposa, and none of them is certainly our fireheart” – Lucifron says, without any emotion.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.