Man On Fire Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Well, in all honesty, you really should have. If I hadn’t been able to scare them off, I could have really used Maxim here” The man ponders on it for a moment, before nodding and offering me a soft apology. Before I can reply it’s all good, he runs over to me and pulls me into a hug. Caught off guard completely, the only thing I manage to squeeze out is a dumb “uhhhh ok”. Social awkwardness at its finest. “I-I am mated to that g-gamma’s girlfriend, a-and they t-tried to m-make me r-r-r-reject her”. The man sobs onto my shoulder, and I tap one hand against his back awkwardly.

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."

I knew I was a sight to behold, a wolf on fire, rippling white fur that lapped at the air around me as flames roared around me but the duo now in my eyesight were too focused on each other, with the brutes back to me as he pinned Freya’s small dark wolf form to the ground I watched in horror as he growled menacingly, opening his jaw for the kill and I acted without conscious thought, leaping through the air with as much force as I could muster and knocking the man from my new friend. I tuned out the noises around me as the wolf under my own front paws howled in pain as the flames around me singed his fur and blistered his skin. He fought, pushing his front legs against my chest and wiggling

His eyes were drawn wide as he remained completely unmoving. “Candido?” I asked. “Don’t bother,” I turned to look at the man that had dropped into the burning clearing near me. “The great alpha king isn’t listening to anything you have to say.” My heart raced. I shuddered then Candido cried out. I turned around as he fell back, thrashing around on the ground as his shirt caught on fire. I turned back to look at the man before rushing to Candido. I pulled the shirt off of him and pulled him up.

I watched her desperately straining at her chain before the flames engulfed her. Then, as someone poured gasoline on my back, it began to burn and seep into my newly opened wounds. Then a man came up from behind me. He had a long, deep scar that stretched from his forehead to his neck, and he had a vicious sneer. As he attempted to approach me, I growled. When the light from the fire hit his face, he grinned and his eye glittered like a wild animal. My eyes felt like they were on fire as the gas flowed into them and down my face. My eyesight became hazy, and I whimpered. I overheard the man giggling.

(Don’t do this to him) He gave me a devilish smile and looking at me he bought the lighting close to his arm. His shout of pain combined with mine. The smell of burning flesh tainted the air. The only strength he had left he spent on wailing and moaning in pain. He cannot endure it. They traced the little fire over the words. How painful! I did not want to look anymore but the man behind me had a tight grip so I couldn't turn my face even if I wanted to.

"This is a world of kill or be killed, Rome, a world where only the strongest survive. A world that would be your world by the time you finish reading.. that… book…." Roman realized the voice of the man was gradually becoming distant. As he faced the man, he discovered he was fading away. "Wait… who are you?" Roman was quick to ask. The man smiled. "Don't read the book, Roman… and do not, not read it…" His voice wavered. "Don't become a slave like the rest of us… to the moonlight…" As his voice swayed, his body fades out. ***** "What on earth made you think of burning the western graveyard?" The infuriated older officer questioned annoyingly.

I don't know what for but ugh I don't really care. See you soon- Suddenly my diary was snatched away from my desk as I looked up and glared at the intruder. "Eric, you devil give me that back!" I screamed standing up and started running after my 6-year-old brother who ran with my diary in his hands. "Ah!" He shouted and giggled and ran down the stairs and into the living room. "Eric I'm going to fucking kill you-" I immediately halted when I entered the living room and saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch across from where my parents.

Every time he speaks it makes my insides melt a little more with nervousness. He turns to walk out, then turns back, “ Are you comfortable?” Just wishing he would go now so I can gather the last of my self respect and bury my head under the covers for the rest of the day. I reply, “yes, thank you”. That seems to appease him and he smiles that lovely smile of his and turns and leaves me to ponder on how I actually got to be here, on an Alaskan mountain, during the biggest snow storm of the century, with a woman doctor and her sheriff husband, and this enticingly good looking Alaskan mountain man, without my sister?

I wanted to tell him to run. But I couldn't get the words out. “C-cory,” the words sounded garbled as I tried to speak. His eyes narrowed, the same silver gleaming in them as he stared at the man. My body felt like it was burning up, I looked down. Eyes wide as I saw the redness on his hand, it looked like his veins were lava. “Burn,” his voice low, dark, filled with authority. The man screamed, dropping to the ground as fire erupted on his body.