Soul On Fire Book Novels & Stories

The world seemed pretty and welcoming on the outside, but on the inside, it was a dying sickening world that tried to crush your very soul. “She’s here because of you! You ruined this family because of her.” “She’s still my daughter, no matter what you say. I will not throw her out!” I sighed muting out the words my father and Jackson exchanged and watched the dancing flames within the fireplace. Sharp flames that crackled against the crisp woods. The blazes of the fire roared to life as the woods took their last breath on earth, before crumbling away into smoke... ashes. Fire was a powerful source of heat to the cold, yet also a source of danger to the burning.. to the dying. Like Ferdinand

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

She read: “When all is ash, You are still altar. When the house falls, Your Spirit finds shelter. When they scatter us, You gather fire from the wind.” James exhaled. No applause. No spotlight. Just peace. The kind that doesn’t come from victory. The kind that only comes from surrender. End of Chapter 15🤭 •Chapter 16 – The Fire That Walks The Ember Ground had no walls, but it echoed like a temple. For seven days straight, they gathered the children of the slum, the weary souls, the angry, the hungry, the hopeless. They came not for spectacle, but because something burned here. Something not made by man.

“I’m sorry Mother. Father. My pack. My people. I tried. I did everything I could.” My voice trembled. “But it’s bigger than me. This… this is too much.” The Mourning baobab still cried, but it was softer this time. Like it was now grieving with me. “If you can hear me,” I whispered, “please… take my soul. Let me join you. Let me go home.” I closed my eyes. Letting the cold and defeat sink in. Waiting for death to come. And then— Fire. It sparked in my chest. Not heat. Not warmth. Hot burning energy.

After an excruciating and interminable silence, Fiona pulled her hands away from her face and sat back, straightening her spine against the solid back of her wooden chair. She shook her head slowly as she spoke, “I’m just not sure I have what it takes to protect them.” “What does it say?” Brandon prodded. Fiona turned the book toward Brandon and pointed to the section she read. His face went white and his heart ceased pumping life-giving blood for a brief moment while he read the consequences of his actions. As one’s soul travels space and time Leaving its body tucked behind Return not in the body that is not thine,

he responded firmly. His claws ignited, flames spilling over the stone surface. The heat roared, filling the chamber with intensity. The journal trembled, its pages flapping wildly. Shadows shrieked as the flames drew nearer. Camela’s scar flared white-hot, causing her to convulse and choke on her screams. "Vincent…stop please! If you set it on fire now…I’ll burn too!" He stopped in his tracks, his claws quivering in the fire. The ghost let out a laugh that sounded like shattered glass. "There you have it. The choice: burn the book and watch her body burn to ash in your arms, or leave the book and she screams forever. What kind of savior are you?"

Not the distant awareness that I was going to die. Real fear. The kind that made your stomach twist and your pulse hammer against your ribs. I was twenty-two years old. I wasn't ready to die. I still had dreams. I still had hopes. I still wanted a future. The first flame touched my skin. Agony exploded through me. My scream tore across the square as the fire climbed higher. Heat consumed everything. The crowd vanished behind a blur of tears and smoke. The world tilted violently around me. Through the flames, I saw Kael move.

“It’s not just the Book. The connection is in the sacrifice we made!” She turned to the young Auditor. “You can’t go back any further. The Earth won’t let you. My mother is the soil—she remembers me!” The Auditor’s face twisted, smoke pouring out as his skin cracked. “The Earth is a product!” he screamed. “It has no memory!” “It has a soul!” June shouted back. She snatched the clipboard from his hand. It wasn’t a clipboard at all, but a piece of the Golden Book he’d tried to steal. June tore the page in half.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…