Soul Burning Novels & Stories

Interesting, beyond doubt! And yo, let me put you onto this other lit piece called "Dancing Flames" that Ayana cooked up. Picture yourself chillin' around a bonfire; the vibes are hella high as the flames flicker and dance like they have their own rhythm. The colors? Straight fire, bruh—crimson, gold, and orange poppin' off the canvas like nobody's business.

Little did she know what awaited ahead. "Angels of the Burning Sun's Headquarters" After the meeting in the meetup room, Zack is standing outside his room. Zack's phone rang, it was a message from Suzan saying: "Hey kiddo, hope you and Ken are doing well, and you new team as well, also pay my greetings to Sir Seth, so kiddo your aunt is getting weaker day by day, but a ray of hope is found Daniel said he might be able to make a med for Sophia, working together with her , so I thought what am I gonna do between those two medical freaks, provided these circumstances I am heading towards the mountains of purity, maybe I can find a cure for her illness there, as a plan B in case they wouldn't be

She smiled and tossed the ball of fire toward me. Immediately the ball of fire came in contact with my skin. I felt a kind of pain worse than the first two. In no time I was reduced to a skeleton. The shocking part was that despite being reduced to a skeleton I was still alive and could see what was happening. This logic wasn't right, something was wrong. But how could I tell what is wrong? Even after burning away my flesh I still felt pain as I could feel my soul on fire. The fire was trying to incinerate my soul into nothingness.

It was small. A spark, a flicker—something so insignificant that it should never have changed his life. But it did. Nathaniel remembered the way the flames spread, slow at first, creeping along the edges of the old curtains before swallowing them whole. He remembered the thick, suffocating smoke curling toward the ceiling, the acrid scent of burning wood and fabric stinging his throat. His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest.

Half an hour later, Dennis sent a message that read, "Apologies, Derek. You were the one who suggested burning your wife alive to save us the trouble. You were too slow in withdrawing your men, and now she's nothing but ashes. "That being said, in view of the Church family's sincerity in giving us half your territory, I've instructed my men to wrap her up and return her to you for memory's sake." Not long after, a bag of ashes was sent to Derek. Along with it was my divorce agreement and recording pen. The recording pen contained audio of the words I had whispered to keep him conscious when I rescued him back then. Clutching the ashes, Derek laughed and wept like a man unhinged.

The flames lash toward Selena’s mangled body, wrapping around her like snakes, twisting and tightening, burning brighter with every passing second. Her body starts to burn. The dark, twisted glow that surrounded her begins to fade, eaten up by the flames. The fire eats away at her, hissing as it consumes her flesh. Her skin blackens and cracks like dry wood, breaking apart in the fire’s wake. Her bones shift and splinter, disintegrating under the heat.

"Somebody, please help!" But the street remained eerily silent, save for the distant hum of traffic. The world around me felt surreal, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. My trembling hands reached for her pulse, but I already knew. The light in her eyes was gone. A sob tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I looked back at Noah, silently pleading for him to move, to react, to feel. But he didn’t. He just stood there, as cold and detached as ever.

“If you cared about them so much, you wouldn't have let Kieran make you his mate. Watch how they will burn in this fire and you will watch them helplessly burn alive" Just then the fierce looking lady made a tunnel. Inside the tunnel appeared a blue fire. I froze at the sight of the blue fire because this fire is capable of not only destroying one who comes in contact with it, but it also destroys the person's soul as well. This fire is called soul sucking fire. Very good, I smiled at the turn of events. If Kieran and Manuel eventually die, I will have Jade to myself.

"She seems to be fighting with you here." "I'm not letting the bullet fragment in her heart win this fight," Kelly chokes in soft sobs. "She's lived with it for this long, she can hang on longer. She has to." My vision was growing fuzzy and the sounds around me were growing distant. My body felt numb and my grip on her hand loosened. My vision faded to black and her distant voice called out to me, but I wasn't able to open my eyes. ***The remaining of this chapter will be through Kelly's POV ***

"If it's not a trap, it's someone in exactly the position I was in — knowing what they're part of, not knowing how to leave, looking for evidence that leaving is possible." Elian looked at him steadily. "You were the only name they had," he said. "Yes." "Because of the publication." "Because Elian wrote me as someone who chose the right thing," Dante said. "And people who are trying to choose the right thing look for evidence that it can be done." Elian held his gaze. "What do you want to do?" Dante looked at the phone. He thought about Selene, who had spent five years building a mechanism. He thought about Gorev. He thought about the specific loneliness of being inside a wrong thing and not