Souls Burning Novels & Stories

Come to me! I had my group throw incense into the fire that we had burning in the south corner. My group begins to chant as I drink from the chalice of black waters, “Charge our blood, turn as poison, nectar to the wise. Breed within us black serpents, sharp of tooth and merciless of fang. We shall be the unfaceable weapons, fill our bodies with venom.

The sky was red, the earth blackened, and in the midst of it all, I stood. But I wasn’t just standing. I was burning. The fire didn’t touch me—not in the way it had touched the world around me—but it was me. The flames danced in my veins, curling around my bones, settling in my chest like a living, breathing thing. It was in my eyes, in my soul, and it twisted through me, corrupting everything I had ever known.

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

"But that's where you're wrong. It does concern me, these are my friends. My family. Far too many good souls have been lost to make this all possible, and I'll be damned if I continue to sit back and watch you try to undo years of work!" Souls, as in plural? Years of work? What the fuck is Aisling talking about? I turned to give her a questioning look, but as my eyes went from the elders of the council towards my spunky friend, earth, air, fire, and water merged together to form a lava-like material that burned so brightly from the heat that I had to turn my eyes away.

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

Silent. Burning.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

The countdown. She listened silently, arms crossed, expression tight. When I finished, she looked grim. “You have six days.” My stomach dropped. “Six?” “Yes. You were marked with a soul-burn,” she said. “That kind of branding is ancient magic. It doesn’t kill like poison. It waits. Builds. And then, when the time is right, it sets your blood on fire. You’ll burn from the inside out.” I went still. “Is there a way to stop it?”

I held that nozzle down and kept the flame there and didn’t stop until I’d coated him head to toe with flames that looked like the purest, cleanest things I’d ever seen. The man in yellow, painted in vibrant shades of red and orange, stood there and burned. No screams of rage or pain, no thrashing or wailing. He just stood there, on that stage, burning. When the flames touched that book, it exploded. No shit. It leaped into flame and exploded. For a moment its flames looked bright green, as if something foul and poisonous was burning.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.