The Burning God Kindle Novels & Stories

A hooded figure stood ahead of her. But a silence shaped like a man. She couldn’t hear him. But her bones ached with the weight of what he was. He reached for her chest—And when he touched her—She saw the truth. It was never born to illuminate.It was built to distract. The godfire was created as a cage. To hold the unnamed. To bury the thing that was never supposed to exist. To distract the world with prophecy and war and power—While the true danger slept beneath it all.

he said, eyes already gone dark. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Time stopped. Matteo yelled something. Lazaro’s finger curled. And I knew he was going to pull the trigger. To be continued... Chapter 38 – Burn Them All Amara The city burns. Flames eat through rooftops like hungry mouths, smoke veils the sky until the sun itself disappears. Sirens scream like dying violins. Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal.

--- They reached the bottom. A chamber of obsidian and ancient flame. At its center: a molten pool ringed by carved wolves in various states of pain and transcendence. Some howled. Some burned. Some were… ascending. The walls whispered. Voices from the past. From before wolves ruled. Before packs. Before gods died. > “Two halves. One flame. To wield the godfire… One must break. One must bleed. One must burn.” Racheal’s grip tightened. “What does that mean?”

Yet the feeling was unbearable, I wanted to die. Just when I was about to let the despair engulf me fully, I heard Mosi’s voice in my head. I think it was in my head or was she talking to me? “Kalama, let the fire in your heart burn, hot and fierce. You can control it, don’t be afraid.” Her voice sounded muffled, like I was under water. But I could still hear her. Her words woke something inside me. The vision of the little girl passed through my mind, vividly. It gave me the desire to make the fire burn in my heart.

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

The last thing I remember is Zachariah picking me up and holding me close as he then runs back toward where the camp had stopped. All I feel is the burning. It seems to be intensifying and running through my body in waves, burning more and more until I hear his tiny little voice. It was soft to start with, and I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then there was a small break in the burning and I could finally hear him. “It’s okay, Mummy. Relax, you will be better soon…” The burning continues to lessen as I feel the warmth I always feel coming from Darius when he uses his gift. I stop fighting the burning and allow the warmth to fight and overcome it instead. It isn’t long before I hear hi

I can no longer control my response even though I know it's wrong. This time, the white light is a combustion of energy that ignites the room. The heat is everywhere. I scream in pain - the burn so intense my flesh seems to melt. Tyboll's roar is no less painful. He falls against my back and holds me to his burning flesh as his shouts continue. We are dying. The Goddess is punishing us.

'I reckon Gilbert didn't realize the burns on my back when he forced me down,' Kisa thought. Mia came to her senses and shook her head. She could not help but think of those days. That year, Jensen rushed back when he heard she was in trouble. When he returned, he only saw a fire that was unable to be put out. The fire was getting stronger, but no one was willing to rescue the people inside. He secretly went in and recklessly saved a woman. She was unrecognizable by the smoked-covered face, burns all over her body, and a cut on the stomach with a dead baby inside.

Blakeney yelled. Oliver slowly opened his eyes and flinched as he saw his body engulfed in blue flames. He stared at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. The god within James took over again. “Use all of your anger, descendant of Hephaestus!” Authority dripped from every word. “Focus all of your being on your hands and force the fire to obey your will!” Oliver closed his eyes and breathed deeply, jaw clenched in concentration. The flame-covered hands began to tremble with exertion, but slowly the fire licked up from his feet, his legs, his stomach, and fused purposely on his chest and arms.

Jannet asked. “I think I know how,” I said, looking at the trees sprinting past the window, “I felt a burning sensation in my heart before I saw myself in this beautiful place filled with clouds. It was like someone was burning my heart. The hellfire is a supernatural fire and it must have reduced the uncontrollable power of my awakened soul, taming it down. The Moon Goddess told me how she didn’t want Asphalt to destroy everything, so she revived my body by blessing me.” “That is how I can keep up with my soul’s strength.”