Soul On Fire Book Novels & Stories

He can't take my soul especially and I don't understand his reason. There is no violation, since you, from the very beginning, are a scarred soul. You are not meant to be born again, but a meddlesome sorcerer was able to reborn you again as a human. Hiding your scent and tracks, living as a human will never erase the fact of what you truly are. A scarred soul who's meant to be diminished in hell. It turned and his fingers were all bones tightly gripped his crop.

Gaetano screamed. “It’s my turn to make you suffer. You killed my baby, so I’ve killed your son. And now, I will make sure you will witness the death of your wife.” My voice was calm and steady as I spoke to him. “My dear father, you were playing with The Devil’s Fire. And you’re about to get burned.” I gave him a vicious smile. “I want him outside, tied to a pole.” I said to Damiano. “Your wish is my command, mia Donna.” Damiano looked at Gaetano with a sinister look, and for once, I think Damiano was curious to see what I had planned.

“You have no idea what I had to do to survive, Maya,” she said, her voice low and cold. “You have no idea what this world has turned me into.” I shook my head, my throat tightening. “Then tell me. Tell me what happened.” Chloe sighed, running a hand through her short, choppy hair. “After *The Burning*, I was trapped. The fires spread faster than anyone could’ve predicted, and I was caught in the middle of it. I tried to get to you, but… I couldn’t make it. I thought you were dead.”

Chapter 10: Adrian Carter’s world was crumbling faster than he could keep up with. Every day, it felt like he was sinking deeper into a pit of despair. The job he’d lost seemed like a distant memory now, but it was a tragedy in a larger sea of personal disaster. But it wasn’t just the loss of income that was dragging him under. It was everything else. the press coverage, the constant mockery, the growing online hate. Social media had become his worst enemy. Every time he checked his phone, there was another comment. “Gold digger.” “Just using Eli for money.” “You’re nothing without him.”

** 3 days later at the club ** Flynn POV “Have you even been sleeping? You look like shit bro” “Tell me something I don’t know”. I snap back at my best friend. I know I look like shit. And no, I haven’t been sleeping. I haven’t been sleeping properly for weeks. My mind has been consumed by Athena. It has become borderline obsessive. I can’t seem to think about anything else anymore. Which has led me to the conclusion that she must be my soulmate. Which is pretty f*cking shit, considering I cheated on her after she finally gave me a chance to prove myself. The irony in all of this is that you only get one, and magic soulmates cannot be undone either. The only kingdom that was able to do that

"It was buried beneath the reliquary. Protected by a binding no mortal should have been able to break." "But you did." He looked at her, and for the first time, she saw the true depth of what the Hollow had taken from him. The man who had once preached obedience now bore the weight of rebellion. "No," he said quietly. "It opened to you." She hesitated, then knelt and touched the book. Heat surged beneath her fingertips, not burning, but beckoning. The Choir—those voices Cathros had enslaved—were not simply spirits of the fallen. They were the keepers of fire’s first promise: not destruction, but remembrance.

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

"That's better, sweetheart. Now eat more. You'll need the strength so I can keep drinking your blood. A little pain is nothing. In a week at most, Megan will be crying at your feet, begging you to save her." Raven actually believed him. She nodded over and over, completely convinced. But what she didn't know was that Snowviper wanted more than just her blood. What he really craved was her soul. Back in my last life, the only reason Raven managed to turn Snowviper against me was because I refused to trick her into his hands. He'd already had his fill of blood, but he needed one last piece—a soul like his, the only kind that could keep his powers alive. Mine didn't qualify.

"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

As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.