The Burning God Kindle Novels & Stories

he said. "I know," Dante said. "You said it." "In the first chapter," Elian said. "In the first chapter," Dante said. "The whole novel is there. The rest is — the specific waves." "The specific waves," Elian said, and went back to the bed with the particular energy of someone who had just been told that the first chapter of the deepest novel they would ever write was complete.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

She didn’t utter a word, not one I could say I understood anyway, but the sounds that tore out of her throat were violent and desperate pleas, and after going on like this for close to five minutes uninterrupted something finally happened. The flames in the bonfire, which were merely embers, suddenly caught, and in the blink of an eye an arc of fire shot up to the sky, setting the whole place alight so that for one split second it looked like we were in the middle of an afternoon. Heat washed over my skin as the flames arced higher and higher, and then I heard the thunderous cheers of my pack members as they beat their feet into the earthen floors and clapped, chanting for the Moon Goddess a

“Oh my god. Violence in front of the fire deity? Really? We’re already cursed, Jesse. Let’s not double down.” The fire-god rumbled something in a voice like an earthquake gargling lava. I blinked. “Okay. No one panicked, but I think it just said my name.” Lia didn’t even blink. “It said run, Rain.” “…Did it say ‘Rain, run’ or just ‘run’?” Matt: “You know what? Let’s all run, just to be safe.” The fire-god raised one massive, molten arm. A slow arc of flame coiled around its wrist like a lasso made of plasma.

“Alsh firmate alite.” The fire ball flew from my hands and exploded against the dry wood. It caught, and soon the fire was burning through the wood quickly. I fed more wood, bigger pieces into the fire, and waited for it to catch. I wanted to be sure that this was going to be burning for a while before I moved on to the next step. Once I was sure that the fire was good, I flipped back to the page I needed. I read the entire page twice before I put the book back on the ground. I pulled my mother’s necklace out of my pocket and my father’s skin. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that I was right before I tossed both in.

FLAMES devoured the world. No—it devoured me. The heat bit at my skin, burned my lungs, and made my very bones ache as though they had been wrapped in molten rock. Smoke curled thick in the air, choking my breath, and above me, the heavens wept. Rain fell in great torrents, drowning the earth in sorrow. Yet the fire did not die.

--- 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.

“He wants it. He wants all of it.” Khaled’s thrusts grew rougher, deeper, like he was trying to fuck the god’s words out of me. Each snap of his hips slammed me into the god’s chest, into his steady grip. Then fire, white, searing, split me open from behind. The god pushed inside, stretching me wide while Khaled was still buried deep. My scream ripped through the room, my body straining, caught in their impossible pull. “Fuck-” Khaled’s curse turned into a guttural roar as he shoved deeper, harder, fighting for space the god refused to give him. “He’s mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”

And before he could open his mouth to say a word, the fist of the Brute King descended upon him. *Boom* A large blaze covered half of Zandor’s sky as the body of the Dark God was destroyed in its entirety. And once the fire died down, there was only one – Ray. The Fire God of Olympus floated grandly in the sky as the inhabitants of Zandor watched on, left to baffle at their own unexpected gains.