The Fire Within Series Novels & Stories

Benette told them, “But the miasma has already seeped into his system...” [Johan, take the vial] instructed Seb. He took Dorin’s hand and placed it on Johan’s lap, setting it palm down on a torn piece of Johan's pants where it was in contact with Johan’s bare thigh. [White Fire is also known as Divine or Holy Fire. It is a fire that does not burn but cleanses the darkness. As you open it, I want you to feel the flame, and try to duplicate it.] He looked straight at the fire mage.

"We are only concerned with the purity of the throne, Risa. This isn't a game of trade tariffs. The Silver Fire is a living entity. It judges the soul and it judges the history of the royal blood line." She stood up, moving into my personal space. "Tell us, how does it feel? Knowing that within hours, the entire realm will watch the fire dance around you? Or perhaps... Through you? It’s said that if a woman enters the flame with a fractured bond, the fire doesn't just reject her. It seeks out the rot. It burns away the parts of her that still belong to another man." I felt a cold, sharp prickle of dread at the base of my spine. The rot and the fractured bond.

Half an hour? By now, the fire was raging hotter than ever, and from under the hood came a second muffled explosion. I knew perfectly well this car wouldn’t last ten more minutes. Inside the smoke-filled car, I heard my own hoarse voice saying, “Thomas… you really want me dead?” A light, mocking laugh came through the comms. “One life to secure Mandy’s future. Doesn’t sound like a bad trade, does it? “Come on, pretty racer, the cameras are all on you.”

She smiled, feeling the heat of the fire that was beginning to burn within her. And with that, the Starfire was kindled. ---

Hellfire moved in perfect, surgical arcs. Warehouse soldiers burned first—screams cut off mid-breath.Three corrupt elders ignited where they knelt—flesh melting from bone in heartbeats.The deputy who lied about Nyxara vanished in a single pulse of white flame. Voss was last. I pinned him under one boot as the fire crawled up his legs—slow, patient, almost tender.He shrieked until his voice turned to ash.Until only blackened bones smoked gently on the marble. Silence.Absolute.Sacred.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: MY BOO BY USHER IVARA'S POV: The fire won’t die. Not the one outside unfortunately. That one is already fading and has eaten down to embers and ash, but the one inside me. The one that won’t stop burning no matter how much I try to smother it. I’m pacing inside Ronan’s quarters, shaking, every nerve raw. My palms are black with soot, my throat still tastes like smoke and death. The walls feel too close. The air feels too thick.

Like a candle in the wind, my fire inside of me shivered. They had a resonant, soft, and unavoidable voice. "Why argue when the conclusion has already been written?" Life flared from the shard on the table. I let out a gasp as a hundred visions smashed into me. Cities are on fire. Falling wolves. Friends are bleeding. And in the middle of it all, me—my flames devouring everything. My knees gave way. The head of the cloaked architect cocked. "The fire was always your destiny. But tell me, child… will it be your weapon…..or mine?”

Emma stood slowly, her fingers still glowing faintly with the resin. “I remember,” she whispered. “It wasn’t rage that gave me fire. It was loyalty. The fire didn’t leave me when everything else did. I fight… because I remember what it feels like to be alone.” Sarah’s voice caught. “Then you’re ready.” Long bowed her head. “Go burn for all who were left in the dark.” --- The Flame of Rage Beckons Emma stepped onto the platform. The Red Flame didn’t snarl this time. It opened. It invited.

Maybe that’ll be the end of Ilana Meyers. But she stroked the flame now, giving it air to breathe. She needed it to stay strong for a little longer. Ilana wasn’t done right now. She wanted her revenge. Once that was done, she would gladly allow the flame to go out. The darkness would be a welcome respite then. But she had to fight until she had her vengeance. She took in a sharp breath and looked around the room. It was messy enough to depict a crime scene but not enough to give any clues.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?