The Burning God Novels & Stories

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

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.

The ground trembles beneath my feet, sending plumes of smoke and ash into the air. As I near the base of the volcano, a deafening roar echoes through the scorched earth. From the mouth of the volcano emerges the god of fire, a being wreathed in flames that dance and flicker like living tongues of fire. Their eyes blaze with an intensity that seems to sear through my very soul. “You have come seeking to rid yourself of the demon within,” the god of fire booms, their voice a cacophony of crackling flames. “Prepare yourself for the pain you must endure to cleanse your spirit.”

“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

What he didn't know was that the God of Fire wanted to propose to Aranjo instead of her two sisters. The fire god was fascinated by the appearance of Aranjo playing the harp at the night God's Birthday event. Although Aranjo's face was always covered with a veil and there were rumors that it would seem bad, but this did not shake the determination of the Fire God to propose to the eldest daughter of the night God. This made her stepmother, the God of the Wind, angry as well as her two sisters. The God of Fire is quite famous in the Sky Realm in addition to his high magic power, the God of Fire also has a charming appearance.

He quickly gets up, pours fuel on the car, then lights a match. Flames quickly spread through the car and it feels like the old me is being burned to ashes. “Get down,” the new driver orders just as our car takes off. The car is swallowed up by the fire and seconds later, there's a boom as it explodes loudly and illuminates the night. I try to hold in but the tears run down my face. I lean back against the seat and cry. My sobs are coming from my broken heart. The driver looks at me through the rearview, “It was necessary. You'll be a ghost by morning. No body, just evidence.”

--- 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.

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.

Watching me give a speech on TV, my five-year-old asked, "Mommy, what's Ariadne?" "It's a special code I wrote, sweetheart. It's like a shield against the bad guys. It turns into butterflies that fly to girls who need help, whispering to them: 'No more tears, no more punishment, no more suffering.'" She nodded, half-getting it. I clasped her hand, and in a way, the hand of my eighteen-year-old self, and together we walked into a brighter world. The girl who once perished in a personal hell finally crafted her very own paradise.

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.