Soul Burning Novels & Stories

Yet, another part of him didn't want to know the reality of why he was lying in a hospital bed and couldn't come back, refusing to open up the memories buried deep within. Henry’s soul had torn apart in the middle. Blurry images and screaming voices. Loud gunshot… ‘Why?’ ‘....etter die….’ ‘.....on’t leave m…’ ‘...please…’

The fire around us twisted and surged, reflecting the chaos inside me. “Moon Goddess,” I whispered, falling to my knees. “Please… help me. Help me burn him out.” The air shimmered. The fire turned white-hot, pure and blinding. The whisper of the Goddess filled my ears...not words, just warmth, like mercy itself brushing against my soul. Zac screamed, his form flickering. “You’ll destroy yourself with me!” I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. “Then so be it.” I reached into the flames and pressed my palms against my chest, right over my heart. Pain exploded through me. My entire body trembled as the fire spread under my skin, burning through every shadow he left behind.

His anguish grew until he threw back his head and roared his pain. His left side was on fire. He rose and screamed with the pain. He could feel his skin melting; feel his insides boiling with the heat. Then there was a splash of icy water and he fell to the ground and into blackness. The blackness was a relief from the pain that consumed him, the pain of the burns, the pain of losing his Selena, his soul-mate.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

Soul-shattering. I scream her name, but it’s swallowed by the void. My hands reach for her again, but it’s like trying to grasp smoke. Falling to my knees, broken, watching her fade, the pleading look in her eyes burning into my soul. It’s unbearable. I can’t save her. I never can.

"I will burn my soul to ash to forge a cage for this abomination." It was Soul-Fire. The Alpha's final, forbidden sacrifice. "No!" I reached out to stop him. "Don't do it!" But he had already begun to burn his wolf. A golden flame erupted from his body, rising to meet the dark god's destructive attack.

And if I am correct, he is the leader of the Soulless. “Geminie the Soulless are gone. You can put out your flames.” A voice calls out. I growl in warning, ears flattening against my head as I watch a hand be burned by my flames and a scream is heard. The owner of the hand rushes to the side where a small pond waits. “What the hell is wrong wit her?!” Comes the should of the angry person who has been burned. I growl again, slinking low to the ground. I had to protect myself.

My fingers dug into my skin as I tried to claw at the burning liquid in my chest. Once the liquid hit my heart, I felt my soul burn. This pain was nothing I’d ever felt before. It left me foaming at the mouth. My hands shifted to claws as they dug further into my skin, as though more pain would somehow distract me from what was happening. Eros was howling, but I couldn’t even cry out anymore.

“I’m sorry Mother. Father. My pack. My people. I tried. I did everything I could.” My voice trembled. “But it’s bigger than me. This… this is too much.” The Mourning baobab still cried, but it was softer this time. Like it was now grieving with me. “If you can hear me,” I whispered, “please… take my soul. Let me join you. Let me go home.” I closed my eyes. Letting the cold and defeat sink in. Waiting for death to come. And then— Fire. It sparked in my chest. Not heat. Not warmth. Hot burning energy.

POV DARLENE The moment my fingers closed around the liquid gold of the cage, the physical world—the marble floors, the smell of ozone, even the sound of my mother’s frantic heartbeat—vanished. I didn't feel the agony of being burned; instead, I felt an expansion, as if my soul were a river finally reaching the sea. I was no longer Darlene, the rejected healer of Silver Moon. I was a thread in a tapestry of fire that stretched back to the first dawn.