Souls Burning Novels & Stories

This was the Netherworld, but they felt a burning sensation like never before. Where did the fire come from that could burn all the way to the Netherworld? Who was this living soul, and why did the burning sensation on them get worse the closer he got? Netherworld, whether it was the souls of the dead or those working there, they were all people who had already died. No one could stand that kind of Sanskrit chanting. Some of the underworld messengers' eyes turned red and they were about to go after Carl, not knowing that doing this was just asking for death...

I let her walk away from me when I should’ve fought harder. But seeing her tonight, smiling at someone else, that rewired something in me. I know her. I know her better than anyone. Better than he ever will. He’s not built for her. Not really. Not when things get hard. Not when she burns. And Aria burns. She deserves someone who won’t flinch. Someone who knows that love isn’t neat, or easy, or safe. It’s messy. Inconvenient. It takes your spine and snaps it in two. It sets your soul on fire and dares you to walk through the flames for it.

The sound of fire was distant and threatening, though no flames were visible. I turned around. Everything around me was ablaze. People were running, fleeing, screaming. Children ran inside houses—children who, like me, wore the same white uniform, marked with the same insignia. The uniform was no longer white; it was stained with blood. Merlin stood a few meters away, holding a burning torch. Her face was not angry. It was calm, eerily blank. — Why? — my voice was childlike, pleading. Merlin looked right through me and hurled the torch onto the porch. The fire devoured the wood with the hunger of a living beast.

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

Captain exhaled "they won't be the same in power and technology, the "Devils of the red Moon" will be even deadlier than before" he clenched his fists "we have to be prepared or else humankind will fall into the hands of those devilish bastards and we won't let that happen at any cost". Suzan looked lost all of a sudden, "Promise me... Suzan...promise me...." the last words of Lucas were echoing in her mind. "I wanna resign from my duties as a member of the 'Angels of the burning Sun' "

And if I am correct, he is the leader of the Soulless. “Geminie the Soulless are gone. You can put out your flames.” A voice calls out. I growl in warning, ears flattening against my head as I watch a hand be burned by my flames and a scream is heard. The owner of the hand rushes to the side where a small pond waits. “What the hell is wrong wit her?!” Comes the should of the angry person who has been burned. I growl again, slinking low to the ground. I had to protect myself.

You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the wa

Realising his boss's likely fate, he tried to stand, coughing violently as the smoke began to fill his lungs. Stumbling, he grabbed onto someone as they ran past, and they shoved him off, screaming, "Run! They're inside! The shadows, they're hunting us all!" Losing his balance, Greg fell to all fours, a feeling of desperate hopelessness suddenly flooding him, 'No..' he thought, 'they've found us,' and collapsed, curling into a ball as he sobbed violently, his whole world burning around him.

My guards, their faces scorched and eyeless, skin hanged in ribbons from bones that glowed with supernatural light. Men who trusted me, who swore oaths with their hands over their hearts and meant every word. Men whose bodies I left strewn like broken shields across Hollowshade's floor when my rage finally consumed what little restraint I had left. They surrounded me, silent and terrible, their empty sockets weeping flames. The heat here is not of the body but of the soul, a burning that starts in the center of my chest and radiates outward like poison in reverse, purging instead of corrupting. Every breath tastes of ash and regret.

He pulled off his shirt. The vibrio vibrated, energy seemed to gather around the teenager, and a high-pitched call echoed through the room. The supernatural sound slid into Stralath's brain—a seductive intrusion. "Angels." Coco gasped. "I hear angels." To Stralath, it sounded more like the call of a sea creature. Like the whale sounds, he'd studied. But he understood the beauty. His heart warmed at the choir in his head, and his muscles relaxed as a gill opened on Bobby's neck. From the opening, four glowing lures unfolded like sprouting shoots. They danced as they unwinded, and a bioluminescent blue glow lit up the walls.