Tear Of Fire Novels & Stories

The woman protested in anger, her clear and calm mood walked out the door, the minute she was treated wrongfully. "But you are. You possess powers that killed my aunt when she gave birth to you, your kind is a bunch of traitors, cowards and so are you." That was when the beautiful, raging woman finally lost it and her hands flew up and out of nowhere, her cousin was on fire, blinding light and all that could be heard was screams...so many screams. Another Vision A little girl was playing with her sister and she accidentally caused a small burning mark to appear on her sister's hand, as her sister hissed in pain, their parents came out of the house and rushed to the back yard towards their da

She tried dipping her hand into the fire, but the burning flames emanating from it were capable of turning her hands to ashes within a few seconds. She sniffled, and this time her eyes finally went to Drexton—he also had his gaze on her...the flame illuminating in their eyes as they stared at each other. Fire. Fury. Softness His gaze—cold. Way cold. Cruelly cold. Her gaze was soft, not because of him, but because she felt another important part of her had been burned with the keytar. She had traces of tears in her eyes as she stared at his emotionless eyes. The fire was burning slowly and little—just like the tension between them, until the fire was completely quenched.

The roaring fire reflected in her tear-filled eyes, but her face remained stoic, as if she feared that showing her sorrow would somehow diminish the weight of her grief. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks, glistening in the firelight. She felt the loss in every corner of her being—the bond she shared with her brother now severed, leaving a gaping void in her soul. Edward had always been her anchor, her unwavering protector, and the only person who could make her feel whole in moments of despair. Now, he was gone, leaving only ashes and memories behind.

The book is making cracking and popping sounds. As I rush over to the fireplace, my hand reaches for the book, but the intense searing on my hand causes me to wrench my arm back, keeping it against my chest. A tear falls down my cheek as I watch it scrunch into nothing. Ash falling to the bottom of the fireplace. I feel a warm hand come into touch with mine, pulling it away from my chest, while they run their fingers over the source of the pain, causing me to recoil back. I hear a sigh before being lifted off the floor by hands, corridors passing me by in a haze owing to my crying.

No mercy. Only fire.

I'm not crying," I said quickly. But if I had a mirror in front of me, I would have seen the silent tears streaming down my cheeks. Was I heartbroken when I came to this village twenty-one years ago? Yes. The man I loved and wanted to marry had impregnated my best friend. From that moment, we never spoke again. Should I blame him or Isoken, my best friend? If he had married another woman, maybe I could have accepted it. But no, he chose someone I trusted.

The fire roars to life, leaping out of the hearth in an explosive burst. The fire surges forward, engulfing my hands, but I do not flinch. The searing heat licks at my skin. Yet, my face remains stoic, locked onto the inferno before me. I allow the flames to caress my skin for the heat is a mere whisper against my form. A single tear, born from the depths of anguish, forms at the corner of my eye. Slowly, the tear traces a path down my chiselled cheek and I wipe it before it falls down. “Ozar,” Kaine says behind me.

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

He chuckled. "I like this pattern. More artistic," Hayden lied, only remembering to breathe when Melvin finally took in the first sip. *** They were a second too late. The creature was already crunching on the bloody heart like a snack. Consumed by raging fury, Miracle gritted her teeth and sparked a ball of blazing fire atop her palm. "Fire, come—" "Wait!" Kingsley hurled the twinkling rope he had cast in her direction. It swirled around her waist and pulled her back to the entrance of the alley.

Her eyes were already filled with tears, each burning drop slowly rolled down her cheek, then shattered into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces. In her eyes gradually burned a kind of emotion, like lava, burning to the extreme. It was like a pan of oil that was boiling hot. Her tears gradually stopped falling, not flying down. Now, only a patch of fog remained where the waves of the eyes glittered. There was a fierce determination in Oralie's eyes.