The Burning God Novels & Stories

Instead, the ethereal blaze emitted an otherworldly glow, casting an ominous hue that bespoke its divine origin. The searing, radiant flames bore a spectral quality that defied the physical realm, scorching Belphegor's very spirit while leaving his corporeal form unscathed. It was a manifestation of Holy Fire, an awe-inspiring testament to the wrath of the divine. The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power.

Nihareth turned his gaze to the growing flame. The relics swirled within, no longer divine—tainted. They bent to his will now. Their songs were rewritten, their purpose inverted. “I will light more Cultfires,” he said. “In every corner of the world. Wherever the old gods left their marks. We will erase them.” The sky above cracked with thunder. Something ancient howled beyond the clouds. “We will rewrite the divine.” A cheer rose, hesitant at first, then louder—chaotic, warped. Reverence laced with desperation.

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

Everything felt… normal. I frowned. “They look just like us,” I said. The guide glanced back. “We are like you.” “That’s not what I meant.” Her lips quirked. “The six gods created their worlds together. They used the same design.” “So why are you all on fire?” I blurted. The guide laughed softly. “Our power comes from the Fire God. It shows differently in everyone.” I watched a man lift his hand. A small flame formed above his palm. He snuffed it out like it was nothing.

The young immortals eyes widened in fear and anguish as he pushed the black smog directly into her head, her ear-piercing screams causing all those within five miles to finch and turn away, her skin bubbling and tearing under the stain. He pushed the deepest fires of hell into her mind, using his ability to mould someone’s mind to do as he pleased as he forced her into believing her entire frame was ablaze, the pain all but real to the princess. Her body bucked as she attempted to put out the invisible flames that coated her skin, her cries of anguish once again increasing with each second that passed. Elika begged and pleaded for him to stop, knowing that he had entered her mind only to hur

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.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

“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

The flamethrowers activated pretty much at the same time. With short bursts from different flamethrowers, they bathed the wight in fire. Benedict prayed to the Goddess and several other gods in the pantheon that this would work. He might not worship them directly, but he respected their existence as he did the Moon Goddess herself.

She didn’t utter a word, not one I could say I understood anyway, but the sounds that tore out of her throat were violent and desperate pleas, and after going on like this for close to five minutes uninterrupted something finally happened. The flames in the bonfire, which were merely embers, suddenly caught, and in the blink of an eye an arc of fire shot up to the sky, setting the whole place alight so that for one split second it looked like we were in the middle of an afternoon. Heat washed over my skin as the flames arced higher and higher, and then I heard the thunderous cheers of my pack members as they beat their feet into the earthen floors and clapped, chanting for the Moon Goddess a