Soul Fire Novel Novels & Stories

If she had lost control of her consciousness and been completely controlled by Sara, the consequences would be unimaginable. The room was silent. Kisa lay still on the couch, too afraid to move, because she could see Sara leaning against the bathroom door observing her. Her hands were resting on either side of her body, and her right hand held the candlestick. The dripping wax from the burning candle was hot on the back of her hand and the webbing, but she held it with no reaction. Suddenly, the sparks from the burning wick of the candle fell onto the couch. The couch was covered in genuine fur, which was highly flammable. As soon as the sparks landed on the couch, several strands of fur cau

As Xiao Chen passed by these people, he felt something strange, namely how stupid these evil spirits were, having bodies but no brains. As Xiao Chen continued to walk past these stupid people, he felt something hot in front of him. It was hot, but it didn't make his body feel hot; it was more like Xiao Chen's soul itself. If it was indeed a soul fire, then it would not be easy to obtain, but after walking for quite a while, Xiao Chen was surprised by the sight before his eyes. The soul fire that he thought had special powers turned out to be just a dark black fire that looked like it would go out at any moment. As Xiao Chen approached, he only felt his soul grow slightly warm, but it did not

She really wanted a solution to this, and if she could get her proof, she could have the case reopened and get her job back. “Just out of curiosity, did you ever find the second victim?” China asked and Zina shook her head negatively. “The building got burnt to the ground. There is no way she would have survived it unless...” Zina trailed off as a realization dawned on her. “Unless she started the fire.” China completed Zina's sentence, an evil grin on her face. “That has to be it. If that's truly the case then...”

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

However, since Caspian had spent all his military merits in exchange for the opportunity to use the Soul-burning Flowing Fire, he was naturally confident. Boom! The Soul-burning Flowing Fire was burning fiercely, almost transparent, flowing on Caspian's limbs and bones. If anyone else were here, they would definitely think that Caspian was soaked in water instead of bathing in flames. This was one of the dangerous places of Soul-burning Flowing Fire. When one immersed himself in the fire, he found that he couldn't bear it. If he wanted to leave, it would be too late. The light punishment would be that his body and Divine Soul were seriously injured, and the heavy punishment would be that he

“Greed and Glutton.” Giggling in a hellish way as his interest is prequel more than it all should be and have. The chapter words ring towards the prominent character, by which in that particular chapter is engulfed with the sin of envy. Eaten by darkness and swimming by his loss of the person he cares about so much. He loves the idea as he loves the game. To the chapter that should be happening shortly, yet in the current one where he is, is the present that is set to the succeeding chapter of the book. It all left out to still be a mystery as of this very chapter. With the sins that are yet to be born, but their seeds had already been planted, he calls those two prominent names, two separat

He falls and I drop his heart at my feet. “FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!” a soldier screams as a hail of bullets bounces off me as I move fast, ripping their throats out as I move forward. I keep fighting until I reach the doors and burst through them to see I am in the institute again. Standing above a tank. The tank that was my home for years when I was an attraction. I look down at my hands as the talons disappear and so do my scales. I smile. I look up at the ceiling as the water bubbles behind me.

Beside her sat Grace, Zuri, Ella, and dozens of others, the next generation of dreamers, builders, fire-bearers. Hope had called it The Gathering. One final celebration of Cassie and Damon’s life, but more than that, a passing of a sacred rhythm. A rhythm called legacy. Nova opened the letter slowly. She read aloud. To my firewalkers, If you're reading this, it means I’ve left this body. But not this world. Not this family. Not this fire. I wrote many stories in my life. Some public. Some private. But none more meaningful than the one I wrote with all of you.

“I’m not your.....” He raised a hand, and my body froze. The flames around us swirled violently, coiling like serpents. “You took what was mine. My fire. My voice. My purpose. Now, let me burn again.” I forced my body to move, inch by inch. “You’re not taking anything from me.” His laughter was like thunder inside my head. “Child, you can’t fight me. You were made for this.” The fire swallowed everything. The world tilted. Then it began — the battle of souls.

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.