The Blazing World Novel Novels & Stories

Luna slept soundly, untouched by the weight of empires. Bianca brushed a fingertip against her cheek and whispered, “You will choose your own fate, my daughter. Even if I have to burn the world again to make it so.” Lightning flared beyond the citadel windows white, sharp, and silent. And far beneath Rome’s ruins, something ancient shifted once more. The world had called for peace. Bianca had answered in fire.

The fire erupted. It burst through her skin black and wild, devouring. Trees splintered like bones cracking under an unseen hand. Small creatures shrieked and vanished into ash. The familiar they had conjured together — that luminous, impossible creation — screamed as it was wrenched into the world unbidden. Its twin followed, both howling, their light torn ragged by the black tide. Sierra fell to her knees. The storm inside her chest became the storm outside. She screamed, but it wasn’t a human sound anymore.

A hot wind swept across him, carrying a final sentence from the past. “Only one may live when its flame reaches its peak.” The Black Sun Sword glowed once more. A spicerermony explosion tore through the ruins of Zha’mar. Earth, air, and light merged into a single burst of red-gold brilliance. In an instant, a formation engulfed Rayden, hurling him far from the ruins that burned into ash. He smiled faintly, bitter, yet steady. “In that case,” he murmured, “Let the world burn once more.”

A subtle mist rose from the meadows that stretched adjacent to the tree line that lined the road, where the warm golden rays of the first sunlight evaporated the night dew from the ground. The first light green shoots were almost visible, and the fingers of the still-lifeless tree branches curved up into the gray sky and formed a passageway above the road. In just a matter of days, Viktor would begin a formation that would allow him to become one of the greatest wizards the Empire had ever known. And then, among the trees, across the mist-shrouded pastures, he saw her, the great city of Genbofen. Viktor gave an audible gasp and felt his scalp tighten and his skin crawl.

The clouds are a deep gray like steel shadowing yet another snowy day. *** Our three-day journey comes to an end as we close in on the Horde of Fates. As we get closer to the mountain the snow becomes ever more intense. The snow is becoming so thick it is as though a white fog is settling before my eyes. Into the ice kissed air dances wintry feathers of pure white, a great snowfall that soon gave way to a blizzard as if a sky dam had burst. The cold is so fierce that it nearly froze my scales. "Flavius how are you holding up," I shout.

They both started to move me towards them and I stepped forward towards the blonde woman then changed my step to the red. I found myself crying as the woman stared at me. I heard myself first in my head then out loud, “Why do I have to choose? I want both of you.” The women smiled and nodded. “I don’t understand, do I have to choose one of you.” They both began to shake their heads and as if they were floating, they became closer to each other, and instead of either side of the waterfall, they were in the middle where I could reach both of them. I ran to them and embraced both of them. Their inner warmth squeezed my insides and for the first time in my life, I felt complete. I stood there fe

In my haze of grief I realised my wolf was confused, everything looked different. The moon was bleeding, and the light in the sky had turned red. The world was crying. A huge blast erupted and far away we could see a huge blazing fire. Places were burning, people were burning. The moon was burning down the world, back to ashes. Just like I had wanted it to. I knew I was doing this, commanding the world to die like i was feeling inside I didn't know how he got so close that I didn't perceive him, even my wolf was weak to his stealth and control. He was right there before we realised he was.

She asked her warm breath fanning my bare chest. "More like alive." I responded. She shot her head up. "Were you dead before?" "I think so." I smirked. "I'm wet." She blinked at me. Oh my goodness. Who admits things just like that? Literally nobody, it was just my Marvelous, baby Chloe. "Can I help you?" "No." She blushed now. "It's daylight!" Oh God, she was just too cute and innocent. "We'll put on blinders." I suggested smiling broadly.

His power had been weakened, but he was the Legend. Pale flames licked at the grey sky. Dark smoke rose, twisting and curling. When the wind pushed it toward them, he blinked and wept and rubbed their eyes. He turned his head away, coughing and cursing. A taste of things to come, thought Moriah. Many and more would burn before this war was done. Hadassah was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as blue as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were on sea. "

The Flame was gone, but its whisper lingered, soft and cold, a single word: Again. The world was theirs. But the fire was not done. And from the horizon, a new light rose, not gold, not white, but red, pulsing with a hunger that knew their names, their choices, their everything.