Soul Fire Novel Novels & Stories

Charlotte faced the glowing heart ahead of her, only a little farther, but the path was harder, and it became more difficult to move with every step. "I love you, Rurik. Do you hear me? I love you!" She shouted the words into the blinding snow that tried to hide the heart from her. But she would not stopshe would never stop. She stretched her hand into the flames, curling her fingers around what looked like a giant ruby. Fire exploded around her, burning her hand, her body, her soul. It was killing her, she knew it. If she kept holding on, she would die.

The fire erupted. It burst through her skin black and wild, devouring. Trees splintered like bones cracking under an unseen hand. Small creatures shrieked and vanished into ash. The familiar they had conjured together — that luminous, impossible creation — screamed as it was wrenched into the world unbidden. Its twin followed, both howling, their light torn ragged by the black tide. Sierra fell to her knees. The storm inside her chest became the storm outside. She screamed, but it wasn’t a human sound anymore.

He whispers, “Avery, you and Regina are ours. No bitch before matters. In fact, no bitch matters. You and only you, are what matters. You are ours and we are yours, forevermore.” He kisses me but pulls away quickly because we aren't in our world. We have to appear human. I sighed as I remembered that, too. I ducked under his arm and proceeded to find the Religious Studies section. There, on the third bookcase, in the middle of the third shelf, was the book that my vision foretold. After I plucked A Draconian from its resting place, I sank to the floor. It tells of the rise of the Pharaohs of Egypt, as well as the roots of various religions and rituals. On page 999, I found what I was sent he

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

I only stop the stream of fire when Ember tries to blast me with hers. “Do it, Kenna,” she says, asking me to kill her. “Gladly,” I snarl, sending another concussion bomb of fire and hatred at her and Merellien. She screams falling to the earth as Merellien burns alive on her back. Then, I turn my attention to Nylion who thought it would be a good idea to try and run from me. I send a stream of fire behind him, chasing him as he runs, toying with him the way he toyed with Laiken and Naevys. When I finally tire of playing with him, I light his legs on fire, watching him burn slowly.

Alex noticed that all the undead demon beasts had a ball of bright blue flames in them. Ynes told Alex that this was the soul fire of the undead demon beast, enabling these sea demon beasts complete mobility and the ability to cultivate even if their flesh had long decayed. Moreover, they also possessed a portion of the Undying Clan’s will. Once their soul fire was extinguished, the undead demon beasts would also lose their lives. “How do I extinguish this soul fire?” Alex asked.

“Oh God indeed. With her strength dwindled, it means that she can’t turn as many souls as she wants, she is reduced with the strength to turn only one soul a century. But with her strength, her full potential, her ghouls will dominate this earth. In fact, to make sure that happens, Aspa can kill the entire human race and turn their souls. That is why she must never have her powers back, that is why she must never sit on the throne as true demon ruler. She has tried sitting on the throne once but it didn’t work and so, it can only work if she gets the demon king to willingly give her the throne or she is able to get a hold of his heart where his fire lies.” Aliyah nodded, wiping away her tear

I saw a figure draped in fire. “No,no,no!” Sarah roared in frustration. But I saw no more as heavy chains of darkness weighed me down, pulling me into the deep recesses of a deep sleep. As my consciousness slipped away, I clung to those final moments of bravery and defiance. Sarah was no more; consumed by her thirst for power. But I had faith that the legacy of the Sacred Flame would live on, guiding those who believed in its light and fighting against the darkness that threatened our world. With those final thoughts, I succumbed to the kiss of death.

Hot blood traced a line down from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the grass below, blooming into small dark flowers on the green. His fingers dug into the rock behind him until his nails cracked and the skin wore through to the bone underneath. Bits of stone ground into the raw flesh, and that pain stacked on top of everything else—but he didn't seem to feel it at all. Every part of him was focused on the fight of soulfire against heaven's power, and nothing else could reach him. Inside his mind, it was a wreck. Fragments of soulfire drifted everywhere, and any one of them was about to go out for good. Heaven's power moved through it all like an invisible fist, tearing through every

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan