Man On Fire Audiobook Novels & Stories

I'd been stuck with quiet and moody Aiden that I'd forgotten the man that had effortlessly gotten my body riled up at that abandoned church weeks ago. "Allyson Laila Black. A pleasure to meet you. How did that sound?" I raised an eyebrow, ignoring the way my nerves were short-circuiting and the pressure I could feel at the back of my head. Use your fire. The last thing I was going to do was listen to a need that was stripping me of my strength and slowly killing me in the process. If I was going to die, it wouldn't be because I'd stupidly listened when I knew better.

Just as I was busy thinking , I heard a commotion outside . "What's that ?" I asked looking over at my father who was sat opposite me on the sofa "I don't know my dear" My father said just as clueless "Let me go have a look" I decided to go outside to check for myself I looked down from second floor when I saw Mr Manoj who was actually the spokesman of the colony and the other man arguing and people where starting to gather around them .. "We can't sit and do nothing about this Mr Manoj "The other man said furiously as I approached to the gathered people

Anastasia stood at a distance, her eyes shifting nervously between the mysterious healer and the man she unintentionally harmed. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as the witch doctor raised his staff, muttering incantations under his breath. The room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and I exchanged a wary glance with Anastasia, both of us unsure of what to expect. After what felt like an eternity, the old man opened his eyes, revealing a piercing gaze that seemed to hold ancient wisdom. He spoke, his voice low and resonant, "The Fire Lord's spirit is strong, but his body is in turmoil. The flames within him clash with the shadows that seek to consume his essence, he has

Amelia closed her eyes trying to see if she could see the woman and the man’s face but she was unable to do so as everything was still blury. “Anaya, listen here, the fire calls everyone here but don’t listen to it. Many have walked into it but they died as they were not worthy of it and so they couldn’t handle it,” the man said. “But I swear the fire told me that I was worthy,” Anaya cried out as she looked at the fire which burnt brighter. “I know but let’s get out of here for now,” the man said and dragged Anaya out of the temple against her will. Amelia opened her eyes and stared at the fire which started glowing as she stared at it.

The ground beneath me starts trembling while something dark and ancient rises fully to the surface inside my chest. And suddenly… I don't feel human anymore. I feel powerful. Hungry. Dangerous. The man holding Clinton starts pulling his hand back… I raise mine first. Fire bursts from my palm instantly. Black flames rip violently through the air before crashing into the creature hard enough to send him flying across the square. People scream. The entire ground shakes beneath us. Even the monster finally stops smiling. I slowly rise to my feet. The fire curls around my hands eagerly now, alive and waiting.

she said, voice low. He grinned wider. “We’ll see.” Aiden moved first fast, silent. But the man was faster Then something inside her snapped. She screamed. Not out of fear out of power. The fire erupted from her hands, gold and wild, and slammed into the man like a wave. He flew backward, crashing into the trees, smoke curling from his chest. He didn’t move again. Aiden stared at her, breathless. “You called it.” Evelynn stood panting, her hands glowing faintly, the forest whispering her name.

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

- Gary says, very seriously. - Yeah, but later, when he was on the island with the other dragons, he started to think, and decided to go back to the pack and keep his fireheart near him. He says farewell to friends and family, apologizes to the king for leaving his army, takes his things and flies to his love's pack. When he arrives, he learns that a very evil creature, a woman who was at the same time a werewolf, a demon and a witch, had kidnapped his beloved. He is very sad and desperate, so he goes looking for the man he loves. Along the way, he has many adventures. Many of them put his life at risk, but he doesn't give up looking. He makes good friends on the way, and they help him look

Bronco banged, hard, on the table and their voices reduced but did not seize. He stood and faced the man with the fire eyes. "What do you mean they feed on blood and grow stronger? Explain yourself." The man sighed and a strange gleam entered his eyes, as if he were relieving what he had seen. "I was one of the warriors of fire clan, and things seemed to be going well. There were even talks of expansion, conquering the lands beyond, but I overhead something I should not have." A flash of pain crossed his features but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "The three chiefs of the fire clan were going to not just take over those lands, but much more. So much more." He shook his head in regret

The man shifted slightly against the chains, his breath uneven, but he didn’t look away from me. “You thought it ended that night,” he said. “You thought it burned with everything else.” My chest tightened. “It didn’t.” Levi’s voice cut in, sharper now. “What didn’t?” The man finally glanced at him. “The plan.” The word landed hard. “What plan?” Levi asked. The man looked back at me. “For the second fire.” The bond snapped tighter, no longer pulling, but warning. I stepped forward. “What are you talking about?” The man exhaled slowly, like even speaking cost him something.