Into The Fire Book Novels & Stories

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

We all surrounded the burning fire, silence creeping into the atmosphere hanging above our heads. "I will definitely miss the real world and being alive." I voice out staring at the burning fire, my eyesight a little bit cloudy. "Yeah. I definitely will." Daniel echoes after me. I breathe in and out then threw the book into the fire. Sounds of someone clapping cut through the solemn silence that was upon us. I looked around in horror searching for the hands that produced the clap. "Did y'all really think I would just vaporize into non existent once the book is burnt??" A horror-ish laughter followed the question revealing the hands responsible for the clap, The evil one.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir

I hear people call my name and I feel my lips move but they make no sound. I need to leave this place. Rex's golden brown eyes is the last thing I see before I leave the garden. My legs move faster and hurriedly away from everything. Rolan, Mother, uncle.... Everyone. My fingers start to scratch my wrist. I'm not comfortable. I fall by the pillar at the entrance of the library, sliding down the length till I'm squatting. "Just a little more Davi" I mutter to myself as I pull myself up with heavy breaths leaving my lips. I enter the library.

I had just jumped from smoke straight into fire. And this fire? It had no exit.

“Alsh firmate alite.” The fire ball flew from my hands and exploded against the dry wood. It caught, and soon the fire was burning through the wood quickly. I fed more wood, bigger pieces into the fire, and waited for it to catch. I wanted to be sure that this was going to be burning for a while before I moved on to the next step. Once I was sure that the fire was good, I flipped back to the page I needed. I read the entire page twice before I put the book back on the ground. I pulled my mother’s necklace out of my pocket and my father’s skin. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that I was right before I tossed both in.

Every second could be the last. The fire devoured everything around it like a wild beast, consuming wood, walls—everything in its path. But none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was her, keeping her alive by my side, as I had promised I would. Without hesitation, I dove into the flames, ignoring the unbearable heat that threatened to destroy my flesh and invade my tissues. The thick smoke filled my lungs, suffocating and deadly. I felt the taste of blood dripping down my face, mixing with the steep ashes on the ground. Every step was torment, every breath a struggle. But I kept going, my body ignoring the pain in a frantic and desperate search.