The Burning God Novels & Stories

“Or it just started the war.” They reached the impact zone within minutes. What had once been a forest was now a crater of molten glass and smoking ruin. At its center lay the god. No longer vast. No longer untouchable. Just a towering, broken being of scorched gold and flesh, half-buried in a ring of fire that flickered weakly around him. The god coughed, actually coughed, and blood spilled from his mouth in glowing ribbons. Lyra stepped forward without hesitation. “You feel it now, don’t you?”

The burning fire would prove that the goddess accepted their prayers and their sacrifice. She cracked the two granite stones against each other and they sparked to life with fire. She threw it onto the altar and watched as the fire cackled and the wood caught. With churning nerves, she grabbed the bowl again and tipped the bloody heart into the fire. The fire sizzled and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. The male wolves hummed in agreement, relishing in the smell of the burning flesh. Just as the fire caught and burnt brightly, the woods popped and smoke rose furiously, clouding her eyes and prompting quick tears.

What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton. Hades threw back his head and laughed. “Is that supposed to scare me?” he mocked. “I’m going to kill you,” Angelica said in a voice so low I could hardly hear it over the tornadoes, even with my heightened hearing. “Angelica! No, run!” I yelled, starting to make my way down the hill at a good clip when the ground began to shake and crack, lava bubbling up from the jagged fissures in the earth. “You can’t kill me! I’m a God,” Hades bellowed.

Ember The cathedral was still burning. Blood soaked the altar steps. Smoke curled like dying spirits through the fractured stained glass. The air stank of charred flesh and old faith. And Orion… he stood in the center of it all. A god of vengeance, cloaked in ruin. Dark eyes burning like cold stars, hands slick with blood that didn’t shake. He didn’t tremble. He didn’t speak. He just watched me, like I was the only thing left in the world worth protecting.

She stammered, “Matthew, she is just trying to destroy what we have. Please… don’t believe her.” However, Matthew had survived too many battles in the business world. He knew she was lying. I signaled the guards to release him. He sank to the floor, drained. He looked at me with a complicated expression like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. “That’s all about it. The two of you can wait for the court summons.” “Oh, and to everyone who attended this auction. Your recordings of exploiting underage girls and organizing group debauchery have all been documented. I’ll be handing those to the police, too.”

Was this how I would die? Tristan would think it was deliberate. He would think I was so angry that I burned down his house. The thought of Tristan's misunderstanding hurt almost as much as the fire's heat. I prayed desperately, "Why would the door jam at a crucial moment?" My body felt weak, my mind dizzy. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't tell what it was. The smoke was disorienting, making it hard to think or breathe. I tried to link Tristan, but my wolf was docile. I began to suspect I was inhaling more than smoke. I knew I would die in there, so I mustered my will and energy and tried to link one last time. "Tristan, help me," I linked him.

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

“He’s a key.” Kael sobbed. Overstimulated. Burning. Split wide. His mind gone. When the fire god came, it was like a brand. Hot. Endless. Pouring inside him until Kael collapsed, twitching, mouth open in a soundless cry, cock still pulsing with aftershocks. He blacked out. And the gods smiled. Because this was only the beginning. ——— Kael woke to light.

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.

“Still clinging to the illusion that love can survive divinity. She learned that the hard way. And now you must too.” I stepped forward Not because I believed him But because I had to face him “I don’t want to become her,” I said. “But I won’t run from her either.” He watched me closely. “I won’t burn the world,” I said. “But I will burn you.” I opened my palm The goddess fire leapt free It roared across the grove like a dragon released from centuries of chains. The air cracked. Trees splintered. The Order screamed—not in pain, but in reverence.