Soul Fire Novel Novels & Stories

he roared. The sheer volume shocked me and I froze in fear. His eyes were ablaze, as if his stare could burn me all over again. He moved his face very close to my own, and I saw the dragon within looking back at me. “You listen very carefully. You are my mate. He may have had your body before me, but I will consume your very soul. Once we are mated, you will understand. Until then, don’t ever compare me to that mutt and his sick intentions.”

“And in this ritual, the fire will bind you. Body, soul, blood. Do you understand, mate?” “Yes,” she whispered, trembling. “I am yours… and the fire… it’s mine too…” Kaelion’s hands slid fully around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips pressed against hers again, fangs grazing lightly along the curve of her neck, sending sparks of pleasure that made her cry out. The fire inside her responded like a living creature, pulsing faster, demanding more, seeking release and surrender.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

I looked around at the now familiar darkness around me. Death would appear soon with the witch that I had burned. I would have to endure the pain of her soul burning and bargain with Death to give me life. I sighed. The last time he had me here for two days though it had felt like an eternity. I wasn’t looking forward to the soul burning part, it was a pain I couldn’t describe even if I wanted to. “Kiran, what a lovely surprise!” Death said as he appeared and walked closer to me.

My soul. My fists were clenched and the flames in my chest was burning passionately, but the heat was no longer comforting me. My thoughts battled each one louder than the last, powerful than the other, like I was on fire. It felt like a fire trying to consume me. This wasn’t just about saving Fabian or the kingdom, it was about me, about keeping hold of myself

“It’s not another dead end.” I held the book up, opening to the worn page, the faded ink still clear enough to read. “There’s a story. A wolf… a warrior. He died, and his mate wouldn’t let him go. She waited for the full moon, and when the light touched his skin… something happened.” Liz’s lips parted, but no words came out. “They said the soul remembered. That it came back.” She blinked, eyes flicking down to the book, then back up to me.

Eyes that burned like coals. His own eyes. The figure raised a hand, and the world trembled. Entire armies screamed as fire devoured them, their silhouettes burning into the ground. The destruction was vast, endless, and unstoppable. The whispers rose to a roar. “The Sundering reborn.” “The curse of fire. The curse of blood.” Kaelen fell to his knees, clutching his head. “No… no, that isn’t me—” The fiery figure turned. For a moment, Kaelen thought it might smile. Instead, it raised a hand toward him. Fire surged forward like a wave, and Kaelen’s body was swallowed whole.

That's a white lie, Soheila would not say that she learned that trick from the 28th century. Sirene just nodded as she knew that there were kinds of treasures just like what Soheila obtained. The five birds just listened, but they were quite suspicious. There were only six colors of flames which are red-yellow flame, red-orange flame, scarlet flame, bloody red flame, blue fire, and purple fire. Cultivators who had a fire attribute and their fire is red-yellow flame are considered to be the weakest possessors of fire attribute. A red-yellow flame was the weakest fire among the six. A red-orange flame was quite a strong fire while the scarlet flame was powerful enough to burn half the body of

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

Start at Chapter 27 A dank, musty breeze whispered inside the dark cavern. The lit candles and crackling fire in the large, black marbled fireplace flickered like fireflies. With the smells of the place and the dim, depressing atmosphere, you’d think anyone would hate it here. But to Nicholas Clurife, it was home. In fact, he despised having to leave this temple-like structure which had been forged from an underground cavern. Every time he came back into the deathly environment though, his blood sang exuberantly. It was as close as he could come to being at his father’s temple in the Underworld.