Refiner's Fire Book Novels & Stories

“What does it say?” I exhaled, steadying myself. Then I read the words aloud. "The path to reforging light begins with fire, tempered by will, and sealed by sacrifice." Xander’s expression hardened. “Then we have our next step.” I nodded, gripping the book tightly. The forge had given us our answers. Now, it was time to bring it back to life.

Priam’s voice filters back in almost bored, “I only looked up invisible pillars of fire, but I found many many things that deal with invisible things and I couldn't pinpoint a specific one, so I had to look through every book that had something related to it before I found that one. Any problem?” I keep my feelings mellow and think of a way to respond strategically at least. My voice is steady as I respond, “This states that the pillar of fire, mostly referred to in the old tongue as… okay I can’t pronounce that, but it says the pillar of fire is a slave to its master.

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

If there is a way, it is in this book. He runs his finger over the various titles of prophecy and catastrophic tales, and stops when he reads: “Hell's Gate”. - Hell's Gate. – reads aloud. - Should be it. – Gary says.

I need to escape from here now! I can smell it but I can't taste it. I stare at the papers and documents in front of me but I can hardly read shit. It's like they were written in Latin. The secretary of Bocciolo Hotel is here briefing me about the damage cost, fatalities and settlements but everything is saying sounds like a muted cartoon from a television. Focus Davi. I shake my head slightly and try reading the documents again. Damn! Lots of numbers, way too much money. We really did lose a lot, for the sake of Federico's living, I really hope he's not involved in this bombing case.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

The source of the flames, the torch lay fallen on its side. “Gods, what have I done?!” Mare cried, her eyes wide with panic as she shot forward to retrieve the burning torch. Perci grabbed her and at the same time, the wooden book in his hand slipped between his fingers, landing in the flames. “No!” he screamed. The book may be made from dragonwood but it was not infallible to the flames that began to lick the edges. Perci reached forward to save it, ignoring the rising fire as it consumed the dusty, dried pages of books, gaining more fuel to grow angrier.

She was about to go look for Swayer but suddenly began perceiving something. “Is that smoke?” She asked and almost immediately, the fire alarm went off. Her eyes widened and she wondered where the fire had come from. She immediately packed up her books and that of Swayer as well then ran towards the lab door but what welcomed her when she opened the door was frightening. Everywhere was already covered in smoke and her heartbeat skyrocketed as she thought of Swayer's whereabouts. “Swayer!!” She yelled and began running towards the cafeteria but the fire had already gotten to that area. She decided to go get help and silently prayed Swayer was okay but on getting to the exit of the building, s

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was