Souls Burning Novels & Stories

As Xiao Chen passed by these people, he felt something strange, namely how stupid these evil spirits were, having bodies but no brains. As Xiao Chen continued to walk past these stupid people, he felt something hot in front of him. It was hot, but it didn't make his body feel hot; it was more like Xiao Chen's soul itself. If it was indeed a soul fire, then it would not be easy to obtain, but after walking for quite a while, Xiao Chen was surprised by the sight before his eyes. The soul fire that he thought had special powers turned out to be just a dark black fire that looked like it would go out at any moment. As Xiao Chen approached, he only felt his soul grow slightly warm, but it did not

Dante said. "But I don't think you're leverage," Elian said. "I think you're the first thing I've wanted in four years that I'm not afraid of." He paused. "That's what I wanted to say." The fire did its quiet work. The Atlantic was outside, doing its own. "You said something in the back room in Lisbon," Dante said. "About an infinite series resolving into something that shouldn't exist but does." "I remember."

the voice responded. "Ohhh... so what are you? The soul or the body?" "The soul, of course." "Oh... yeah, right." she blinked. "That was a dumb question to ask." "What do you see in the place where you are?" "Nothing but an iron gate that burns every time I try to touch it. Also, there are several dark burning candles over here." the soul answered. "Why do you keep touching it if it burns?" "That's because I don't have a choice. My voice goes sore sometimes, so banging on the gate is the only option I have left."

The burns were real. "You think this is hot, Adolfa?" Thanatos’s voice boomed from everywhere. "It’ll get hotter. Much, much hotter." I squinted through the smoke. His central form emerged from behind the others, grinning. "Charon might have failed," he continued, walking slowly toward me, "but I will not. I’ll burn your soul to ash and bury it beneath the fires of hell. You won’t rise again. Not this time." I clenched my fists. “You think fire will stop me?”

The flames lick up, catching the pyres. The fire roars to life, fierce and hungry. My parents are swallowed by the blaze, and gasps ripple through the crowd. People fall to their knees, wailing, blessing their names, praising them. Still, no tears come from me. Not this time. I don’t cry, because I know this is not their end. This is just their bodies. Their souls… their souls will find me again. I press my hand to my belly, whispering silently to the child within.

"She seems to be fighting with you here." "I'm not letting the bullet fragment in her heart win this fight," Kelly chokes in soft sobs. "She's lived with it for this long, she can hang on longer. She has to." My vision was growing fuzzy and the sounds around me were growing distant. My body felt numb and my grip on her hand loosened. My vision faded to black and her distant voice called out to me, but I wasn't able to open my eyes. ***The remaining of this chapter will be through Kelly's POV ***

The agony in his screams was one that pierced not only the ears but the souls of everyone but noone helped him, they all watched him burn to death, with the agonizing blue flame, the hottest and most deadly flame known to mankind The agonizing blue flame was one that had been used in the dark ages but over time, it fizzled out, it was deemed to be too brutal of a means of punishment. Not only did it burn the flesh but it went on to burn the soul of the person even after death. The man's soul would continue to be plagued, even in the after life A hint of a smile, peeked out from the hood of the hooded figure, it was a smile that said a lot of words and at the same time said nothing at all

I simply stared at the document quietly. “Sure.” Since I did not have a pen, I bit down on my index finger and signed my name with my blood. I even left a thumbprint behind. Seth’s eyes went wide with shock as he stared at me. “I only…” His mouth moved as if he wanted to say something more, but I could no longer hear him. A searing pain tore through my heart, and my vision spun. Then, there was only darkness. “24 hours remaining…” Just one day left.

"Somebody, please help!" But the street remained eerily silent, save for the distant hum of traffic. The world around me felt surreal, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. My trembling hands reached for her pulse, but I already knew. The light in her eyes was gone. A sob tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I looked back at Noah, silently pleading for him to move, to react, to feel. But he didn’t. He just stood there, as cold and detached as ever.

It was small. A spark, a flicker—something so insignificant that it should never have changed his life. But it did. Nathaniel remembered the way the flames spread, slow at first, creeping along the edges of the old curtains before swallowing them whole. He remembered the thick, suffocating smoke curling toward the ceiling, the acrid scent of burning wood and fabric stinging his throat. His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest.