Soul Burning Novels & Stories

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.

These were the people I loved the most besides my children and they were hurting. “Burn,” Death said to me and it started all over again. The never-ending flames of torture was inside my soul. I was losing my mind, feeling like the torture would never end. I was going to burn for an eternity. It was enough to bring me to the brink of insanity, an insanity where the pain was amplified.

Not just that, Theo’s dark lightning also burned their skin. They were just screaming. Their bodies didn’t have the time to regenerate. Theo just realized that holding five of them was not as heavy. Their souls burned. Normally, they just disappeared, but this time they actually dropped, then the soul came out of the body and got burnt in blue fire. Not red—blue. It was said that blue fire was the hottest one. They screamed in agony. A real one. Then a gate opened from the ground, and everybody could see fire coming out of it. Even the heat that came from the gate was so scary that entering there would be so painful.

“Did you think a few miles and a Sovereign’s protection would break our bond? I can hear your soul screaming from across the room.” “It’s not screaming for you, Zilo. It’s screaming for a reason to stop holding back,” Sofia said, her voice steady despite the roar of the hunger in her gut. She felt the Mark flare, a burning coal against her heart. The Curse of Longing tugged at her, a magnetic force trying to pull her into Zilo’s orbit. She leaned into Phuwin’s arm, using his cold, stagnant energy as a grounded wire.

I didn't know if I just couldn't or if I had lost the ability to use my vocal cords. The burning began to intensify; the inferno I was plunged into was beginning to boil me as the invisible flame scorched my skin. I felt my skin melt. I tried to move, but I couldn't. Who knew souls could feel this much pain? Because that was all I felt at that moment. Suddenly, the burning stopped, and all I was left with was a full throb in my head. The fire was now a distant memory. It was almost as if it had never happened; it was like it had happened a long time ago.

Seth and Julius told me that they had their own difficulties and told me to be more tolerant. However, they forgot that once trust was broken, it could not be mended. I did not want to wait any longer. At that moment, Seth rushed into my ward with fury burning in his eyes. Without another word, he walked to my bedside table and started searching around. “What are you doing?” I asked weakly. Seth ignored me and finally found a bottle of pills from among all the stuff inside the drawer. He grabbed my collar and smashed the bottle against my face. “Elena, you’re a monster! There’s poison in Jody’s soup, and it’s from this, isn’t it?! You wanted to poison her because you couldn’t kill her!”

Us? I gasped suddenly, feeling the flame at the core of my chest, burning fiercely, spreading like wildfire within me. It felt like my soul itself was on fire. I could hear faint furious growls coming from within me. A consuming power pumping in my veins, The heat in my chest began to work its way to my throat and I felt the insane urge to scream. I felt the power at the tip of my tongue, and I couldn't fight it anymore. My lips parted, releasing a tortured scream.

her words laced with anger and sorrow, burning and breaking all at once. I stared at her, stunned. My mind was a battlefield of confusion and rage. Questions screamed in my head, loud and relentless. I didn't move, but my body felt like it was being pulled apart. Keli was already at our heels as we broke into a run. We sprinted down a dim corridor of bare concrete, its walls lined with rusted pipes and broken lights that flickered like dying stars. The place smelled of mold, oil, and something metallic—blood, perhaps.

They didn't really care who won or lost, as they were all hoping to personally witness the fabled Bryant family curse, or at least see the hideous monster that would come about if the curse wasn't lifted. … I trailed my hand slowly down William's abdominal muscles, but the sudden heat and magnitude took me aback, causing me to let out a surprised cry. "Didn't they say you're incapable in that regard, William?" William gently rested his chin on my shoulder. His tone conveyed a bit of feigned indignation while saying, "You ought to know that rumors are not to be trusted, darling. I'll use my body to prove it to you." I could feel his body burning up, and his profound blue eyes were fixed solel

All he could feel was endless torment. It had been so long since he felt this immense burning pain. Right...The mansion was burning. He was trapped in raging flames. No matter how much he wanted it to stop, the flames that caused him so much pain continued to ravage him. But inside of him...his soul was covered in a block of ice. The freezing cold was deep-rooted. That cold energy was making the pain even more excruciating. If only the flames around his body would melt the block of ice around his soul, he would feel better. But these two energies were very chaotic and have properties that were different from hot and cold. All of it was for just pure torment.