Soul Fire Novel Novels & Stories

His grey eyes wide, his face open and gaping, as he couldn't believe what he saw. Vibrant, white hot flame engulfed and surrounded Sephora in a blazing maelstrom. The solid stone walls glowing red hot from the unbearable intensity of the flame. Sephora had fallen to her hands and knees, trembling, the shadows unable to touch her as she burned brighter than iron from a forge. Her hazel eyes, now simmering with pure gold. Fire. Her Soulborn power, was fire.

Part of the gray ceiling already collapsed—right where she was curling minutes ago. Sasha’s eyes widened. Now the one above her is also threatening to crush her to smithereens. Not to mention the fire inside— Fire. The bright, orange element that once used to chase away the darkness. The fire that she had stared in the fireplace in her bedroom’s apartment. Fire, the very name of her pack: the Fire Moon Pack, is now challenging her to death. To devour her alive, in flesh and blood and soul. This is the dream. She swore that the fireplace she stared at was never a dream. She’s sleeping in her bed with a canopy and gilded frame now, perhaps also thrashing against the sheets as her sweat-slicked

Then my spirit—sleek, low, eyes like mirrored stars. They circled. Snarled. Clashed. Merged. For a heartbeat, fire was one—one breath, one fate—and my knees went weak. Her fingers tightened on mine. “What is that?” “Matefire,” I said, the word thick in my throat. “Not scent. Not Moon. Soul—and choice.” Her chin lifted. “Then explain it.”

“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.

That’s when she realized that the Soulwaker’s plan was to release a magnified light through a fireball, directed towards the metallic gray robot. “Don’t tell me…” Xiao whispered, upon realizing what the Soulwaker was about to do, she yelped, as she screamed, “No…!” But it was already too late. The Soulwaker has already released the fireball, making the whole surroundings be lit with fire. She sees nothing but yellow light and the robot was no longer visible, but she could hear voices. A lot of voices from anywhere the place. But she couldn’t spot those as they’re unable to be seen due to the light. Just when she’s feeling the doubled heat through her body, she thought it was already the end

“All the time on the news, it’s still ranked top of the list on the internet.” “Alright, let me explain plainly what you just related. It appears you underwent what scientist call astral projection. An intentional out-of-body experience that implies the existence of a soul or consciousness called an "astral body", that is detached from the "physical body", is capable of travelling "outside" it throughout the universe. Only, it appears you didn’t astral project now, just sometime before the incident. For any reason, do you think it’s real, that it happened right before the fireball struck your apartment?”

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

The hollow lay in ruin. Smoke curled from shattered stone, drifting upward through the cracked ceiling where moonlight filtered in thin, ghostly beams. Moss that once carpeted the floor lay burned to blackened threads. The blood of wolves soaked into the earth, dark and steaming. Witchfire embers hissed against the damp roots, sputtering out one by one like dying stars. The ground still trembled faintly, recalling the storm Selene had unleashed — fire, frost, and raw magic braided together in a force the world had never seen.

Kael stood in the royal war library, the scent of old parchment and dust filling the air around him. He had been searching for answers for hours, trying to piece together the strange sensations that had been haunting him since the Soul-Oath had been forged. His body still ached from the shared pain of the ritual, but it was the inexplicable sense of familiarity, of déjà vu, that troubled him the most.

Xalvy had her hand on my shoulder and she squeezed it softly as she spoke. Even then, I was reluctant to show her what I was becoming. To make matters worse, I didn't know how to put the flames surrounding my hands out. "Kalama, listen to me, if you were evil, you wouldn't have inherited the Fire Element." Finn's voice sounded very close. My curiosity was winning from my fear. " And you wouldn't have been chosen to be the fif,-" Finn stopped mid-sentence when I lifted my head and looked at him.