The Burning God Kindle Novels & Stories

“I couldn’t find any other books that mention anything about the Fire God.” I slid my fingers closer, then stopped. My hand hovered over it. Maybe I should wait for the King to open it. I glanced sideways at him. He wasn’t smiling. Right now, his mouth was set, sharper than his eyes. “So,” I said, because silence was worse. “This book takes us where, exactly?” Jaxon looked at me for a long second before he shook his head and answered. “The Fire God’s territory.” My throat tightened. “Is it another planet?” I asked, pursing my lips.

I stepped inside The air went still My magic dimmed I wasn’t alone Shadows moved across the ceiling whispering like children beneath a blanket I drew in a slow breath and whispered the name I’d heard in the rift The shadows parted A long staircase spiraled downward lit only by gold threads in the stone that pulsed with each step I took And at the bottom A chamber Circular and silent A pedestal stood in the center and on it rested the weapon It wasn’t a sword It wasn’t armor It was a flame Floating Contained in a glass orb sealed with runes that pulsed like a heartbeat I knew without touching it This was goddess fire Pure Unforgiving Alive I stepped forward and pressed my hand to the orb It s

Lance’s grin widened even more as he leaned closer to my face. “Don’t avoid me too much because in the coming weeks, you’ll be seeing me every day. And every day…I’ll be able to touch you too.” I stiffened. My grip on the book tightened. Fear registered on my face as I instinctively leaned away from him. The things I was hearing were too much for my mind to process. It felt like my knees could give out if I weren’t already sitting. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, trying to hide the fear and nervousness in my voice.

The fire around us twisted and surged, reflecting the chaos inside me. “Moon Goddess,” I whispered, falling to my knees. “Please… help me. Help me burn him out.” The air shimmered. The fire turned white-hot, pure and blinding. The whisper of the Goddess filled my ears...not words, just warmth, like mercy itself brushing against my soul. Zac screamed, his form flickering. “You’ll destroy yourself with me!” I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. “Then so be it.” I reached into the flames and pressed my palms against my chest, right over my heart. Pain exploded through me. My entire body trembled as the fire spread under my skin, burning through every shadow he left behind.

“And what happens when they find out? What happens when they realize that their own government burned them alive, that Chloe —someone they trusted —was part of it? What do you think that’ll do to them? To us?” Wells stepped closer, her voice calm but insistent. “It’s not about what it’ll do to us. It’s about justice. About holding the people responsible accountable for what they did. The Burning wasn’t a natural disaster, Maya. It was a weapon. And the people who unleashed it are still out there, hiding in the shadows, pulling the strings. We can’t let them get away with it.” I stared at her, my mind spinning. The weight of it all was suffocating— Chloe’s betrayal, the government’s involveme

Or if he was, not anymore. His voice was silk and steel when he spoke: “Where is the Lightning Goddess?” My mind, blank with pain, still snapped to her. Abby. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. So he stepped closer. Raised a single hand. Black flame roared from his palm, searing into my chest like a brand. I screamed. Fire. Cold fire. It wasn’t just heat. It was rot. Decay. Like every vein in my body turning to ash from the inside. And still, through it all —

Tall, clad in armor of fire, eyes burning like two stars born from the void. The spirit of the first God of War. He stared at Rayden for a long moment, then smiled faintly. “You have surpassed the boundary of blood, Rayden Kalesvara Duskar.” “But remember, the blood of Gods is an endless fire. If not guarded, it will burn your world.” Rayden met his gaze, calm but sharp. “Then let this fire become light for those still fighting.” The god was silent for a moment, before his voice softened. “You speak like him.”

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

I was the floor, the bridge, and the fire. And as the first kinetic rod slammed into the surface above, I stood in the dark, my heart beating for the first time in rhythm with a god who wanted to turn the world into ash. "Burn," I whispered to the dark. "Burn it all."

She thought about her mother. She thought about the fire. She let herself go back into it — the heat, the smoke, the pine beam, the way her fingers had looked when she finally saw them in the light outside. She thought about crawling. About getting up anyway. About walking north with nothing and nowhere to go and the burning in her chest that she had not yet understood. She let it hurt. She let it convert.