Man On Fire Audiobook Novels & Stories

He looks at me, his confidence fading as the flames lick up from his feet and ankles. “I’m innocent!” he pleads, as if that would change my mind. “I don’t care,” my demon’s voice laces with my own, the timbers raw and echoes as the man shrinks. “What are you?” he asks horrified, his eyes wide with disbelief, ignoring the searing pain in his legs as the fire engulfs them. The crackling fire echoes in my ears, drowning out the sounds of his screams. The acrid smell of burning flesh mixes with the stench of fear and agony. As I walk up to him inhaling his charred skin, fear and pain, sending a shiver of delight down my spine, delicious. It’s time to get this over with.

Chapter 11 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… I whirled around. A man I’d never seen before was maybe a foot from me. “I’m just getting some air,” I said, hoping he was one of Zander's lackeys. “You’re on the wrong side of town for that,” he snarled, suddenly grabbing me and slamming me up against the brick wall. My head rang and began to spin. “Please no!” I pleaded, flames flickering over my skin, like a dying fire fighting a strong wind. “Please let me go.”

All I could do was to moan in pain. A second after as I felt he wasn’t satisfied at all, he forcibly removed the tape from my mouth and he pulled my hair. The slap I got from this man was as loud as clap which for sure had left a welt on my face. I was badly hurt, but I managed to stand again. I staggered backwards, eyes watering. “You’re beautiful than I thought,” he said, smirking. “Welcome to my territory.” He was in a terrible reak of alcohol and I could clearly smell the stinky cigarette from him. As he slackened the grip from my hair, he grabbed the gun and pointed it on my forehead.

He scratched his forehead and turned the book over, reading its name. "Under The Dome," he answered, showing her its cover. It was a large book, one that she had seen in Sophie's collection before but had never picked up. "It's by Ste-" he was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. "Sorry, one second," she said, reaching for the device on the side table. Picking it up, she saw it flashing with her mom's name. Arder sighed and walked outside to take the call. "Mom?" she asked after pressing the large green answer button.

He just walked. The training ground was empty. The damp, dark sand smelled of burnt iron. In the center, a man stood. Tall, his bare torso covered with scars that glistened like raised marks. Half his face was covered with old burns. One of his eyes looked like frosted glass. He stared at her as if assessing a weak animal. “So this is Orion's daughter?” Aurora stopped, her throat dry. The man spat on the ground, the harsh sound echoing. “My name is Ashkar. I teach the art of taming fire. If you don't learn, you will die quickly.”

As I watched the flames flicker, I felt a strange calm wash over me. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sandra rushed in, wide-eyed with shock. Ignoring the searing heat, she lunged forward and snatched the burning photos with her bare hands. She beat at them frantically to smother the flames. Anxious, she demanded, "Why are you burning these things?" Sandra finally managed to put out the flames, but her hands were blistered from the heat. Her eyes filled with tears as she glared at me. "Fred, do you remember what these things meant to us? How could you burn them? I sent them to you because I thought…"

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.

I didn't imagine that the moment i closed my eyes i would instantly wake up but i did, I just never imagined that i would wake up to the most beautiful sleeping man I've ever seen, but it wasn't his fiery hair that reeled me in, it was the way my body and mind instantly felt connected to his as if my whole body was humming with this invisible energy i could feel connecting us, I don't know what made me feel so sure but i was positive this had to be the man the moon goddess had spoken of , my mate. Everything sounded so much louder or maybe it was the immaculate hearing i had managed to gain , but the sound of over hundreds could be heard letting me know that i wherever i was did in fact have

Ranveer said with desperation and manik just rolled his eyes. Manik forward his hand in the direction of robin and nodding in yes, robin just handed him the remote and manik just pressed the button and Booooooooooooommmmm!! Listening this ugly sound ranveer just palmed his ears where manik was smirking evilly because now only blood and blood was laying upon the blue concrete roads. All the head bodies got burnt with the fire. "My friend road is now clear, so shall we move now!!" Asked manik stopping his urge to laugh as ranveer face was worth watching. He was watching the burnt road and bodies very cautiously and with wide eyes.

Suddenly, I felt that the air coming from his nose was hot. "King Fire?" "Pyro." He said with a command. "That's my name when we were alone like this." I thought he was sleeping. I was wrong. A second of silence came by. It was hard to deal with him. I did not know when I should joke, or should not. When must I speak, or must not. This man was unpredictable and I would not risk touching him in exchange for the slashes. I never experienced being whipped by the hard strap. According to them, it would rip your back and even see your flesh. That was a pity. I wished I could go back to my area where there was nothing to do, except cleaning and washing.