Soul On Fire Book Novels & Stories

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

I may not have much but I'd like to keep a hold on my dignity. I kick a small pebble that skitters into the darkness of the pavement as I walk down, I hear festive sounds coming from the pub at the end of this street but I ignore it. No use hoping to have something you never will. Even though I have magical blood, I'm a fire slifer. I have no clue how to harness my power so it's basically useless. I've only had one or two incidents of nearly burning a house down but other than that I feel basically human.

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t

Yet the feeling was unbearable, I wanted to die. Just when I was about to let the despair engulf me fully, I heard Mosi’s voice in my head. I think it was in my head or was she talking to me? “Kalama, let the fire in your heart burn, hot and fierce. You can control it, don’t be afraid.” Her voice sounded muffled, like I was under water. But I could still hear her. Her words woke something inside me. The vision of the little girl passed through my mind, vividly. It gave me the desire to make the fire burn in my heart.

And the fire answered. It didn’t erupt like before — not a blaze, not a scream. This time, it rose like a sun from within her chest, pouring out through her veins, her fingertips, her breath. It wrapped around her like light spun from soul-thread, golden and silver and red. It did not hurt. It healed. She floated a few inches from the ground as the sigils carved into the earth lit one by one. Ilmare’s voice surged. “You are fire. You are soul. You are legacy reborn.”

We can’t stop. His hands grab my thighs, spreading me wider. My calves hook around his waist. It’s not pretty. It’s not slow or sweet. It’s chaotic and wet and so full of heat it feels like I’m going to explode from the inside out. “Caden—please—” “I know, baby. I know.” Our mouths meet again, and it’s teeth and tongue and hunger. Then something snaps — right through the middle of my chest. A glowing, burning pull deep in my soul unravels — and it shatters into golden light.

Theo The heat slammed into me like a tidal wave. My wolf howled in alarm as the fire encircled her, wild and uncontrolled. Every rational thought vanished. I ran. The moment I crossed the boundary, pain exploded across my skin. The fire burned—not flesh alone, but essence, searing straight through to bone. I gritted my teeth, forcing my legs to keep moving. “Sofia!” She stood at the center of the inferno, eyes glowing blinding silver, hair lifting as if caught in a storm. Power poured out of her unchecked.

but each of them contains around the same amount of spiritual pressure I felt from Willie Lou in the slave school! Terrance yanked Phuture down by the wrist, reacting in time to dodge an incoming bottle of flames through the window. "Hey!" Willie Lou's spiritual essence appeared the same time as her voice sounded, she yelled. "Take these!" Life threatening flames engufled the entire room in seconds, there was potentially four powerful demons outside, and Willie Lou's first reaction was to bring the bibles to safety. Something's up with them damn bibles, something deeper than we've come to realize. Willie Lou nearly ran into a room full of flames to hand us the bag! She's willing to throw awa

"Just breathe, Nova. Let it happen. Let yourself remember." But the flashes were coming faster now. Visions of myself in different clothes, speaking in different accents, loving a man I'd thought was only a dream. Betrayal. Separation. Death, not physical death, but the death that came with losing someone who was half of your soul. And underneath it all, a question that echoed through the centuries: Why? "What's happening to me?" I gasped. "Recognition," Myles whispered against my hair. "You're remembering who you are. Who we are. What we've always been to each other."

I say quietly to Selene later that night. She looks at me. “Meaning?” “Meaning the Axis will outgrow singular stewardship,” I answer. “Whether we want it to or not.” Rowan stiffens. “You’re saying she won’t always be the center.” “I am saying she may become the first reference,” I clarify. Selene absorbs that without flinching. “Then Book Four,” she says slowly, “is about expansion.” “And Book Five,” Rowan adds grimly, “is about survival.”