Lake Of Fire In Bible 소설 & 이야기

Pelin’s POV The phone slid from my numb fingers, landing on the leather seat of the Karga’s white Toyota with a dull thud. The words Kayhan had just spoken were still vibrating in the air, making my heart sink. Ifrit fire. I knew that name. I had seen it in the margins of forbidden texts, written in ink that looked like dried blood. It wasn’t just a normal fire, more like ancient Greek fire, almost impossible to extinguish. A sob escaped my throat, raw and uncontrollable, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.

“And this time, the fire won’t choose silence.” A pause. Then Devrin asked: “What will you do if we try to… eliminate the threat?” --- Racheal’s sister stepped forward. For the first time, her eyes glowed. Not golden. Not red. But a strange, brilliant white fire, flickering with infinite depth. The flame that had lived untouched since the first god died. “I won’t burn you,” she said. “But the fire will.” --- It was not a threat. It was a prophecy. A real one.

The drawing of the fire that always hung at the fringes of her brain. In the distance, she saw Morgane—a silhouette against the flames, surrounded by fire, her eyes empty with determination. "She approaches," Emereah whispered, her breath straining in her throat. A voice, gentle but distinct, echoed in her head. "Prepare the people, Luna. Not everyone will survive the flame. Some will be tested. Some will be reborn." Emereah's heart was racing. She got it. The fire wasn't an end—it was a test. A test of will, of strength, and of sacrifice.

Maybe it would lessen the pain. "Now I understand why you seem very determined to go to the deadly River of Flames. The fire won't burn you because you are its master," Orion said but the worry in his face was still evident. "But none of has had been there, Ophelia. As what I have heard, River of Flames is guarded by the soul of Nerissa, the woman who was sacrificed to the goddess of fire thousands of years ago. She is wicked and evil, so even if you can infiltrate the River of Flames successfully, I don't think it would be easy for you. It would still be dangerous."

It was slightly sweet, and there was a cool feeling rushing to the brain, which made people feel refreshed. "Have you finished? Eat fish, eat fish!" Handsome kept urging. By this time, the saliva hanging from its mouth had almost fallen to the surface of the lake. Caspian flew to the lake and reached out to grab something. Suddenly, the spiritual Qi flew in front of him, wrapped in a mass of water. Spiritual Qi held the lake water and lit the True Fire below. In a moment, the water began to emit heat. This red flame suddenly appeared on the originally white desert.

The flames grew bigger, louder than their wails. Ambrose kneeled on the cement. The sound of their searing flesh was music to my ears. Screams of torment echoed inside the dungeon. Daniel screamed endlessly, his body pushed on the wall. Gideon and Sage went crazy trying to put the flames out. Gideon rolled over the dirty water but it was of no use. My fire is strong and it can’t be put out by water as long as I control it, it will spread like wildfire through every pores in your skin and it will be painful enough to not let you breathe.

The captain closed his eyes for a few moments, drew in a breath, and let go a sigh as he caressed the Bible, taking comfort from it. “I read from 2 Chronicles 33:6!” he called. When he opened his eyes, they were blue steel, vivid against the unkempt brush of his black beard. He cleared his throat. As he began to speak, his voice became rhythmic, mesmerising those before him, “And he caused his children to pass through the fire in the valley of the son of Hinnom: also he observed times, and used enchantments, and used witchcraft, and dealt with a familiar spirit, and with wizards: he wrought much evil in the sight of the LORD, to provoke him to anger.”

"Well, about that, huh? You'll get to know about me after spending our time together. So what else do you know about dragons?" "Hm, let me think about it," she chewed her lollipop again, closing her eyes. “In Europe, they have wings and can breathe fire, but their existence is always being hunted down and made trophies by humans. Likewise in Persia and Egypt. Then in Tanakh, in the book of Leviticus, they mentioned a dragon named Leviticus that was finally killed by God at the creation of the earth." "Well, almost all you knew was right," Karl nodded slowly. "And what else?"

CHAPTER ELEVEN – FIRE AND LIES The fire spread faster than I thought possible. Flames licked the ridge like angry fingers, cracking the earth beneath our boots. The air was thick, choking, each breath burning my lungs. Luca clung to me, eyes wide with terror, and I felt a pulse of raw fear that made my hands shake—but I forced it down. There was no room for fear. Not now. Bishop’s laughter echoed over the inferno, carried by the wind like a promise of death. He had positioned himself above us, eyes glinting with satisfaction. And the second spark plug… glowing faintly red, perched on the edge of the ridge like a ticking bomb.