Novel & Cerita The Burning God Kindle

The pack gathered together in their werewolves form as Alpha Marcus stood on the mountain, staring down at his pack, as the full moon shone brightly behind him. He stood propped up on his hind paws, the pride of his heritage in his hearts as he howled to the moon in honour of goddess Selene, wishing for her to shower her blessings. The pack typically joined him in howling and it rises as the howl continues, creating an illusion that the pack was larger than it really is. *** One week later. Nevada; The City of Las Vegas

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

I had never burned a day in my life, so I never even considered sunscreen, but apparently my mate had needed it. I felt horrible for not properly caring for her. “T, are you set?” I asked. “I’m great, why?” “Uh, babe, you’re burnt. I don’t mean like a little either. You are extra crispy everywhere.” When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere. Her perfect breasts were just as burnt. A hazard of floating naked. “What?” she asked and ran into the house. “No!” I heard her yell when she finally saw herself.

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

My breath catches in my throat. Because Clara has always been the unpredictable one the wildfire, the storm, the part of us the world tried to throw away. The part the goddess tried to suppress. And now, in a realm built entirely on divine rules She’s breaking them. And the realm doesn’t know what to do with her. It trembles. It recoils. It tries and fails to contain her. I press harder against the barrier, feeling it shiver under my fingertips. My moonfire leaks through the cracks, reaching for her, answering her storm like it recognizes itself in her chaos.

It makes the gods hungry. Her hand recoiled. They watch again. They gamble again. You are the fire that should not exist. “Then why do I?” The creature’s breath was a stutter. Because flame always returns. Even if it forgets what it is. It lifted one clawed limb. Pressed it to her chest. She gasped. Pain shot through her. And then, a new scar carved itself onto her skin. A crown of fire, circling the crescent. Burned into flesh. Unhealable. Divine.

“No, not that—anything but that!” The Goddess raises her hand, and the mists split open beneath him, revealing a pit of fire so vast and endless it seems to stretch into forever. The flames are not earthly—they are white-hot, devouring soul and shadow alike, a blaze that burns without end.

I watch as her eyes widen, telling me that she can see me. "You have to burn it." I say firmly, but her eyebrows pull in tight. "I-I can’t." She says it breathlessly. "Cerberus isn’t conscious; I can’t sense her." The guy behind her says it in a worried tone. "You don’t need her, Tana. You are the fire goddess. Why do you think you can harness the eternal flame through your mortal body?" I say it softly while rubbing my nose on hers. I watch as she takes a deep breath, and I feel her shoulder grow warmer, melting my ice on it quickly.

There stoop Luther holding a bunch of flowers and smiling brightly. "Luther... Good morning. What are you doing here?" Joy asked as she approached him. "I came to make sure you are okay after yesterday, is everything alright?" Joy felt embarrassed mostly because she did not remember what happened last night, and she felt extremely sad for no reason, it felt like her past was relived . She gave him a faint smile and asked him to join them for breakfast, he gave her the beautiful flowers and sat next to her on the table.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.