Island Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

The boat did not cut through the water. It carried Elise. That was the only way she could understand it. She lay half on her side, half on her knees, palms digging into the glowing surface as the island shrank behind her. The vessel moved without wind or oars, driven by the same force that still burned through her veins. Moonlight rippled beneath her hands like liquid glass, warm and unyielding. “No,” she whispered hoarsely. The shore blurred through smoke and flame. The sanctuary that had sheltered her, trained her, believed in her, was collapsing under fire and claws. She could still see them. Shapes moving through the inferno. White cloaks stained dark. Silver light flashing and then goin

she began, “you were nearly gone. You had no memory, no name, nothing but what your body remembered of pain. I took you in, healed you, and gave you a life untouched by what came before.” “You told me you found me in the woods,” I said. “I did. But the woods were not kind that night.” Lior’s voice broke the stillness. “It was the fire. The same one that destroyed our home.” The word fire made my stomach twist. I saw flashes—smoke, heat, burning wood, a scream. I closed my eyes and tried to push it away. Sayora’s hand rested gently on mine. “Breathe, Isla. Do not force it.”

*Isabella* October, 1885 Acrid smoke singes my nostrils. My lids heavy, I blink, trying to open my eyes. Even as slits, they burn from the gray cloud all around me. Faint sizzling crackles in my ears. The fire is close, so near I can feel the lick of flames devouring the ends of my fur. The breeze carries shouts, screams, and howls of both the terrorized and the taunting variety. I struggle not only to regain my vision, but to remember what happened before the incessant pain that radiates up my left side sent me careening into darkness.

Nora asked. "Yeah, what about it?" Alice asked. "When my dad got to the scene, he found the car in flames and few officers were hurt," she said. Alice was shocked. "Jesus!" She screamed. "It's terrifying," Nora sighed. She decided to change the subject. "How are the boys? Are they awake?" She asked. Alice nodded, still trying to recover from her shock. "Let's go in then," Nora said and walked into the hospital. Alice dragged her feet lazily behind her. She was still immersed in her thoughts that she wasn't focused on her surroundings. She accidentally bumped into a man.

Isabella Monroe “My parents died in that fire. Sometimes I think a part of me died with them.” Smoke burned my lungs before I even opened my eyes. Firefighters barely pulled me out while flames swallowed my room whole. Even now, every time I close my eyes, I still see my parents disappearing through the fire. I haven’t been the same since that night. Professor Johnson’s sharp voice cut through the lecture hall. "Miss Monroe, are you with us or somewhere else?" My eyes lifted to her. "Sorry, ma’am. Wasn’t listening."

There was steel in her spine, and Kael felt it every time she challenged him. “You ever feel something you couldn’t explain?” he asked. “Like the world was bigger than it pretends to be?” Isla thought of her brother. The fire. The way the flames had danced unnaturally, like they were alive. She swallowed. “Once.” Kael nodded, as if that were enough. Then he froze. His head tilted slightly, like he was listening to something Isla could not hear. His shoulders tensed. The air around him shifted—warmer, sharper.

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t

With my head resting on his chest just under his chin my eyelids grow heavy and I drift off to sleep. I'm in darkness, it's damp and it's cold. I'm alone and there is no one coming for me. Suddenly, there he is. It's Jason. My hair starts to glow red with desire and my eyes a flaming white. Just before I reach him a ton of cold, dark water is dumped on me. The breath is sucked out of me and my fire extinguished and Jason is nowhere to be seen.

No fire in sight but I felt as if my heart is on fire. “mama” her voice came. Again, a bomb at a distance. I covered my ears. Tears started streaming down. Memories rushed back. I lost her. My baby, my angel. She did not deserve it. I am back in Greece my country but at what price? A sob wracked my body. The next moment I couldn’t move even if I had wanted to. A hard finger tucked a stray strand behind my ear and cold lips grazed my neck. And then his voice came softly yet deadly.