Slowburn Novels & Stories

“In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.” “And the last one?” Anna asks. “The last one-” CRACK! They are startled when they hear the cracking of twigs. Both of them spin around. Anna has her blade out while Lavi is ready to attack with his flames. They can smell the scent of the person. “Nine!” Anna yells. “I can smell you! Come out!” They are sta

Grandma… Help… Please…’ “[Hellfire]...” After they heard the stranger’s voice, one bandit suddenly went ablaze. He slumped his body to the ground and was shrieking in agony. “Close your eyes…” a calm voice echoed from behind Mariana. She didn’t know if what she heard was real or she was just hallucinating, but Mariana trusted it and let her heavy eyes rest. The last thing Mariana sensed before passing out was the burnt smell of flesh, screams of anguish, and the warmth of the hearth in winter.

My heart raced as I reached the end of the forest and was met with a rather small lake, and two figures who had their backs to me. Soñar turned to face me with a crooked smile on his wickedly handsome face that was visible by the fire, "Welcome," he drawled. "But, you are late," He scolded and turned to the man next to him who was busy vaping, "This is my brother, Elliot Blackwood," Elliot waved at me nonchalantly and continued vaping.

Bonus Chapter 17 – Cabin Getaway: Fireplace Worship (20-Year Anniversary Escape) Eli POV The cabin was buried deep in the Colorado pines no cell signal, no nearby lights, only snow-laden branches brushing the roof and the steady pop of the stone fireplace Dante had stoked to life the second we stepped through the door.

About doom and consequences and the world burning. Let it burn.

orchestrated by my contacts deep within the port authority. A warehouse containing goods she had personally secured through a complex, multi-layered deal—a deal I knew bore the hallmark of her meticulous mind—was mysteriously engulfed in flames. The fire was contained, but the damage was done, a plume of black smoke rising over the city like a signal fire of my rage. The message was clear, crude, and unmistakable: I see you. And I can still touch you. I can still burn what you build.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

"Actually, tell him Mira Moretti sent her regards. Now get out before you melt." My men moved through the aisles, splashing gasoline over crates of expensive drugs and imported weapons. The smell was sharp and sweet. I pulled a silver lighter from my pocket, the one Salvatore gave me for my eighteenth birthday. I flicked it. The small flame danced in the dark warehouse. "Burn it," I said. I tossed the lighter onto a trail of gas. Whoosh. The fire climbed the walls in seconds, turning the dark room into a bright, orange hell. I walked out slowly, the heat at my back, feeling the roar of the flames in my bones.

It was funny how I'd been kept in the dark for five years, as I'd fallen for her claim of wanting to keep a low profile again and again. It wasn't that she didn't want to celebrate it. It was that I didn't deserve to be celebrated. With my eyelids drooping and my breathing growing faint, the paramedic started crying out of desperation. Seeing how bloody I was and how close I was to death, she borrowed an electric scooter from a kind stranger and rushed me out of the ambulance. We were so close to the venue that I even heard Brandon ask, "Babe, what's that thing on the scooter? It's gross…"

Chapter 15 Anna's POV Dylan hopped in the car with a smile on his face, leaving me completely still. This loneliness was making me loose my mind. But still…there's no way I'm going back home. Later that evening, I picked up my phone and opened N*****x to watch a romance series that was trending on social media. I haven't watched any movie alone in my life. That sounds weird to most people but yeah, it's the truth. I either watched with my best friend ,siblings, mum or my boyfriend