The Burning God Kindle Novels & Stories

“And who should be standing there in the burning tree's shadow but you? Alone in the wilderness on that dreadful night, staring into the flames like they held some sort of revelation. You watched as the fire fought the rain, desperately clinging to its ephemeral life. I entered the fire, saw the look in your eyes. There was passion in that gaze, a knowing of the sacred kind. It was then that I knew: you were of the rare breed who see things as they truly are. You had a spark of the divine within you. And you, you could be of great use to us.” Vivid images of the burning oak blazed through my mind. The tongues of flame had mesmerized me, seemingly alive. It'd come to mark Burnt Oak T

Then—just before it collapses—Nya speaks again, louder than ever. Nya (voice layered and shaking): "The god they chained is coming home. And he's wearing fire." The flame gate explodes outward with a soundless shockwave, flattening the grove. A single burning rune scorches the grass: a crown turned upside down.

For both of us. But when his eyes meet mine—fractured galaxies burning with something fierce and unyielding—I know there’s no stopping him. So I stop trying. And start burning. The fire roars to life inside me, molten and merciless, searing through flesh and bone until there’s nothing left but light. It pours from my skin in rivers of gold and violet, shredding the air, igniting the ruin in a storm that drowns the world. The god laughs as it lunges.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

It displayed an eerie like intelligence. Elio layed still. He looked knocked out. Blood was pooled beneath him and his arm was bent at an unnatural angle. I lifted my gaze. I inhaled. And exhaled. Flames poured from my mouth. Like an inferno unleashed. The thing shrieked, its cries splitting the night as it twisted and writhed. The fire consumed it without mercy, without pause, burning so hot the air itself shimmered. I looked to the sky and as if the gods themselves had struck judgment...

The pain was nothing compared to what I endured in my previous life, but it was enough to resurrect old fears. I flinched. He saw it and scoffed, "Scared? Then straighten up!" He thought I was still the same, scared of pain, scared of his words, scared of being cut off financially. However, he did not realize that someone who's faced death is not scared of much. "Listen to me," he jabbed a finger at my nose, his cigar smoke clouding my face, "cross the family, and you can forget about me as your godfather. You won't see a dime of your allowance. Let's see how you manage without us."

, I rubbed my fingers against her pussy lips rubbing slowly. “Ahh…sarahhh”, she moaned. Her head arching backwards. This book worm is just a horny little girl, I'll make sure I make her feel what she's been longing for. I leaned in and kissed her beneath her chin. Damnn…I could feel her pulse racing. “I know you want more of this, just say it”, I breathed, my lips brushing her skin. Karen's eyes were filled with pure lust now, the grip on her textbook weakened. She was finally breaking, craving for more of my touch.

I had to find a way to save her, to bring her back from the abyss she had fallen into. The gunshot rang through the air, shattering the fragile calm of the room. Zyra's body convulsed as the bullet tore through her flesh, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. Time slowed, the world around me blurring into a chaotic whirlwind of fear and despair. Zyra, my little volcano, lay crumpled on the ground, her eyes vacant and distant, robbed of the fire that had always burned within her.

he said. “And I’ll destroy more,” the god responded, “until you kneel.” The earth trembled. Like dragons, the smoke soared into the sky. However, my child merely got taller. "I will never bow down in terror." Fire. Everywhere. The trees burned and shouted. There was fire, smoke, and something else in the air: anguish. It was palpable in my chest. The forest wasn't the only thing dying. That was the spirit of our people. Killian took hold of my hand and dragged me away. “We have to move!”

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.