Man On Fire Audiobook Novels & Stories

"You're barking at the wrong gate, kid." "Talk!" Aiden grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it hard. "Tell me what you saw!" The man’s breath hitched for a second. A drop of sweat ran down his face, leaving a streak in the dirt. He glanced at the security camera on the wall - a quick, nervous look - before turning back to Aiden with a bored expression. "I saw a fire," the man said simply. "Fires happen. Usually when someone is careless. Or when someone wants to erase a mistake."

but I was stuck in the fire. Grief, regret, guilt, and fear ran through me at the same time. No, hell, no! Fuck no! Get me out of here! Get me the fuck out of here! In my head, I was kicking my legs, throwing out my fist, screaming my lungs out, but it was pointless. Nothing I did allowed me to move. My wrist and ankles felt tight as I realized they were bound. The fourth voice, Man D, laughed derisively, and the sound he made sent chills deep into my bones. “You set the house on fire with the sister and the mother inside, you coward ass!”

For the first time, my memories didn’t scatter—they aligned. Smoke. Splintering wood. A woman screaming my name through the flames. Marisol, run! And then another voice—smooth, cold, certain. “She can’t remember. It’s safer this way.” My eyes snapped open. I gasped like I’d surfaced from deep water, lungs burning. The fragments weren’t illusions anymore. They were confessions. Proof that the fire hadn’t been an accident—it had been a command. And the man who gave that command had blood on his hands.

I kept walking ahead, making my way through the maze of fire walls before it finally opened up to a clearing. The walls of fire were burning brightly and fiercely making my eyes water as I slowly walked ahead, mindful of where I stepped. And just like that, I saw the back of a man facing me. Though this time the man was much taller, his body broader and his shoulders were tense. The outlines of his body were covered in the fire too making it look like he himself was on fire. Small flames of varying shades of red and orange danced on his skin. He was naked from up of his waist and I saw the fire etching something on his back. It was as if his back was being carved with a searing hot tip of a

“To prove I was a man, I thought I had to be intimate, you know? I had my second partner. She was a quiet one. We didn’t really do anything. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I wouldn’t feel safe around her for some reason. And she wouldn’t take my money, she… When she got tired of me, she tried to burn me in my house.” “What?!” “Yeah, I was sleeping when I heard Liam… Um, Liam, my personal guard. He was calling out to me. I heard his voice; it came in through my window. I could tell he was screaming as loud as he could. It was a loud voice with a hidden whisper, ‘I love you, man,’ it said to me. I opened my eyes and I was in the middle of a fire. My entire room was in flames and I coul

The man walked towards me staring at me intently. "May I help you?" I asked. He only raised his hand for fire to appear. I looked closer to see that it looked like the fire danced. Not possible I thought. It didn't even touch his skin. That was weird. How can someone hold fire but not be burned? As the man walked towards me, I tried to take a step back but couldn't move my legs. My body still wouldn't move. I looked down again to see that the fog had cleared and to now see roots had wrapped themselves around my feet, ankles and legs. I could feel the panic growing in my chest looking at the man walking to me.

(Anton POV) Fire is a language. A lot of people think it destroys and burns everything. But fire speaks. It tells you who is afraid. Who runs. Who comes back screaming. I watched the smoke rise from the coastline through the tinted glass of my car and smiled. Damian Blackwood came running. Of course he did. He always does. The man is literally predictable. “Was the message delivered?” I asked calmly. “Yes, sir,” my man replied from the front seat. “She survived.”

As I opened the first page, I held it open as the images jumped from the page, sucking me in. I was in a room it was destroyed, the desk broke in half, all chairs ripped apart. The walls were lined with holes, and it smelt of stale cigarettes and liquor. I turned around to see a fire burning and a silhouette of a man sitting in front of it. A knock sounded at the door. The man didn't move as he stared into the flames. "You have to get up and try to push forward. You brought this on yourself, and now you have to suffer the consequences," A voice said bitterly as they walked towards the man.

I try to speak, to call for help, for answers, but no sound escapes me. Then comes the burn. It spreads through my veins like acid. I twist. Writhe. Silent screams echo inside my head. My skin is on fire. I’m trapped. I jolt upright, gasping. “Zev!” I shout, heart pounding. The world comes into focus in broken pieces. A wooden ceiling. A soft blanket. A fire crackling nearby. The scent of herbs and smoke. A man approaches slowly, gray-haired and wrapped in furs. His eyes are kind. “You’re back,” he says, voice gentle. “We thought we lost you there for a while.”

I frowned a little, not sure why he was being so serious, but being in his arms made me feel a little safer. I opened the mirror again, wanting to see how things were going on their end. The screaming was gone. Raven was now collapsed on the couch, trembling and weak. Snowviper's forked tongue slid slowly across her face. "Mm, just as I thought," he said lazily. "You're way better than Megan." He glanced at her shivering body and sneered, "What are you crying for? Without me, you wouldn't last a day in this apocalypse. You'd be roasting alive. As for Megan… She's probably already melting without me."