The Burning God Novels & Stories

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

Ash rose from the ground, curling around her wrists, her spine, her ribs like memory made manifest. “Then show me,” the god whispered. “Show me your flame.” Seren raised her hand. No inferno. No divine spark. Just memory. She whispered the names of the fallen. Hollowreach. Dustspire. The Ashborn. Sirelia. Elara. Let them see. Let them all see. And the flame came. Not to consume. But to illuminate. The shadows recoiled. The god blinked, once. And for the first time in a thousand years,

A fucking god with the water running down his chest, over his abs, washing some of the grease off his skin. He tilts his head back with eyes closed, and just breathes. I don't move for a second. He look raw, powerful, filthy and clean at the same time, when he opens his eyes and looks at me, I know it's about to get filthy. “Come here, baby” he says and I step in. The water is hot. Perfect. The hot water hits my shoulders and runs down my body, washing away the night's fun, the dust from the roadside, and the evidence of what we did, but not all of it.

I'd wandered into the mountains and fallen into an abandoned hunter's trap, my leg caught in rusted iron jaws. A storm raged, drowning my cries. A scrawny boy, chopping wood nearby, risked everything to free me. His hands bled from the jagged metal, but he never let go. He put me on his thin shoulders and carried me out of the pit. Fever gripped him for days, and a scar still marked his right hand. From that moment, I vowed to protect him forever. Defying my family, I broke off an engagement with the powerful Koch family and insisted on marrying my savior.

The pack gathered together in their werewolves form as Alpha Marcus stood on the mountain, staring down at his pack, as the full moon shone brightly behind him. He stood propped up on his hind paws, the pride of his heritage in his hearts as he howled to the moon in honour of goddess Selene, wishing for her to shower her blessings. The pack typically joined him in howling and it rises as the howl continues, creating an illusion that the pack was larger than it really is. *** One week later. Nevada; The City of Las Vegas

Nolan growled with narrowed eyes and a clinched jaw. “Indeed, he didn’t do his research on the Mountain Shadows pack before landing his spaceship on planet earth,” Nolan’s Gamma, Grey, offered walking into the building with three other men behind him. “All clear on the outside, Alpha.” Nolan nodded at his Gamma. “Your mom gave Bryce and me the synopsis, mind giving us the full scoop? From the way it sounds, this isn’t over,” he arched his brows at Alford. “We may be earthlings, but he has no idea who he’s fucking with.”

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.

Don Bryant, who was standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Is there really nothing else that can be done to save Oliver, Cynthia?" I shook my head, replying calmly, "There's nothing that can be done, Don Bryant. You see, once someone is tainted by a black witch, the damage is irreversible. It's only a matter of time before his life force is completely drained. Your best course is to begin making funeral arrangements for Oliver now, Don Bryant." Having said that, I took William's hand and walked away, deliberately ignoring the heart-rending cries of despair that erupted from Oliver behind us. …

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

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.”