The Fire Inside Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: Soul on Fire The metallic banging outside the server room door grew louder and sounded more urgent. The rescue was right there, cutting through layers of debris and flame, but the fire still raged like an angry god determined to claim its sacrifice. Inside, Dante kept Luca impaled on his thick cock, thrusting up slowly and deeply even as the walls around them groaned and warped from the unbearable heat. “We have to stop,” Luca gasped, forehead pressed to Dante’s, sharing the oxygen mask in shallow, desperate breaths. “They’re going to break through any minute.”

She lost herself in the words, letting them pull her into another world, another time, another story that wasn’t hers. She didn’t even notice when her eyelids grew heavy. Didn’t notice when the book slipped from her fingers. Didn’t notice when she drifted into unconsciousness. Heat. It was the first thing she felt. An unbearable, suffocating heat pressing against her skin, wrapping around her throat like a vise. Then the smell—thick, acrid, choking. Something was burning. Her eyes snapped open, and terror crashed into her like a tidal wave. Flames. They licked hungrily at the bookshelves, devouring the store in angry tongues of gold and crimson. Smoke curled in thick plumes, turning the air

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

Next, the wings of the book were burning, but it didn't stop as it tried to still get away. “If only I hadn't given up my fire powers—it’s going to get away; she will get away!” Ruby yelled, and it was true as the book kept trying, then Blake and Dante finally got to her, and holding their hands, they opened their mouths, and fire came out of them, shooting straight to the book. I could hear the screams of my mother and other creatures; my head was spinning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone held me back. I looked up and was shocked to see my wife smiling at me.

One title caught my eye, something philosophical yet comforting, and I found myself absorbed in it. Then, a pungent smell reached my nose. I frowned, sniffed again, and instantly sensed something was wrong. Dropping the book, I bolted for the door. But it was too late. Flames were already roaring outside, blocking the exit. Within seconds, fire engulfed the room, trapping me inside. I tried to find a way out of the fire, searching desperately for a corner to shield myself while scanning for any possible escape. Just then, a shadow rushed in. When I looked closer, my stomach sank—it was Lina.

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

On the way home I opened up one of my reading apps and continued were I left off when I last read the story. My insides started feeling like someone set them on fire mostly between my thighs, I shrugged it off and though it may be because of the book I was reading, after all it is a linzvonc book and it’s filled with all kinds of erotic scenes. The fire within me started getting hotter and hotter, my skin started feeling like someone was holding a flame over it. I started scratching and screaming from the intense heat, Chad stopped the car and touched my hand, he pulled away as he felt the heat radiating off my skin. I removed the seat belt and removed my coat hoping that that would do me so

‘Please tell me. . . . tell me how to save your daughter, ’Faye implored. The glowing embers from before were dying down beneath her feet and still she felt nothing, no heat, no burning. Mathilda looked at her and it seemed a smile was struggling to form at her deformed, burnt lips, as more blood came from within, thick and with the stench of death. ‘You have all the knowledge within you, Faye, ’Mathilda said. ’You may not remember it now, but in time you will. ’

She could feel them squeezing the breath from her lungs. Tears streamed down her face as she fought against the suffocating tendrils, the whispers growing louder and more chaotic, drowning out her thoughts. Her vision blurred, the edges of her consciousness darkening as the vines continued their assault. At the edge of giving up, Joan knew she needed to fight. The vines had tightened their grip, one of them already snaked its way around her neck, constricting her breath. Panic surged through her, but so did a fierce determination. The strange chantings grew louder, but amidst the chaos, a sudden, desperate will to live and escape ignited within her.