The Burning God Kindle Novels & Stories

The earth shook beneath us, dust spilling from the broken walls as fire rose higher, brighter, until it felt like the sky itself was burning. I clutched Kieran to my chest, his body arching in my arms, every breath a blaze. Heat burst from him in waves, searing my skin raw. My burns screamed, begging me to let go. But I held tighter. The girl cried out and stumbled back, her small hands thrown over her face. The flames lit her hair and cloak in red. She shielded her eyes, but I could still see the creatures through the fire.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

He whispers, “Avery, you and Regina are ours. No bitch before matters. In fact, no bitch matters. You and only you, are what matters. You are ours and we are yours, forevermore.” He kisses me but pulls away quickly because we aren't in our world. We have to appear human. I sighed as I remembered that, too. I ducked under his arm and proceeded to find the Religious Studies section. There, on the third bookcase, in the middle of the third shelf, was the book that my vision foretold. After I plucked A Draconian from its resting place, I sank to the floor. It tells of the rise of the Pharaohs of Egypt, as well as the roots of various religions and rituals. On page 999, I found what I was sent he

Allen crouched and tried to smother the flames, but they didn’t go out. “It’s not dying,” I said, stunned. “It’s holy fire,” Allen whispered, eyes glowing with awe. “An unquenchable fire that I’ve only read about in ancient texts. It’s a divine flame. Used by old gods… ans deities.” I blinked. “So what, this skeleton was a deity?” “Could be.” Allen exhaled slowly, like the answer scared him. “It would explain the engravings. And why its presence is burning away Soren’s corruption like it’s nothing. This thing is a lich's natural enemy.”

“They live on in this fire, Isa. Just like the promise God made to us. That our obedience, our pain, and even our delays, would not be in vain.” She turned to look at him, the morning light casting halos around their heads. Her eyes shimmered with tears. “I know. And I finally feel it. We didn’t lose ourselves in the fire. We were refined by it.” Arthur helped her to her feet, and they walked hand in hand toward the prayer tent set up at the base of the hill. The land had become a sanctuary, not just for them, but for thousands. What had begun as secret meetings in the catacombs now flourished into an international ministry known as The Burning Ones.

The sound of fire was distant and threatening, though no flames were visible. I turned around. Everything around me was ablaze. People were running, fleeing, screaming. Children ran inside houses—children who, like me, wore the same white uniform, marked with the same insignia. The uniform was no longer white; it was stained with blood. Merlin stood a few meters away, holding a burning torch. Her face was not angry. It was calm, eerily blank. — Why? — my voice was childlike, pleading. Merlin looked right through me and hurled the torch onto the porch. The fire devoured the wood with the hunger of a living beast.

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

Power swirled around certain Gods hands, while other had glowing eyes that told me they were already trying to break through my barriers with whatever powers they had. I needed Klauses help now more than ever right now. I was never suppose to use what was hiding inside of me around king Alexander unless I truly had too. The control he had over me because of our love was too dangerous. Klaus warned me and here I was using it and now I couldn't turn back. The book within me was opened and I had to escape. At that though a red haired God lifted his hand up and flames shot out into the barrier that protected me. A loud zapping sound sounded as a transparent blue wave rippled around the area that