Waves Everything Burns Novels & Stories

I prayed that the saying would work to my advantage in this scenario. There was a big shockwave as the vehicle left the stage. The driver was a bit careless and over looked a bump a head and the vehicle which was full to its car boot, and its weight was almost more than the vehicle’s capacity, moved at a very high speed. As the vehicle move further with speed, we kept on knocking gently onto each other as there was no space left between passengers' seats. I sat between a man and a woman and as the vehicle sped off, so as the vigorous shaking and knocking of our bodies.

Like really hot. And I could feel the hotness on my skin. I could smell something burning. Skin. It was that same smell that filled the air on ileya day. The smell of cow skin burning. Except this time, I was feeling the pain instead of a cow. I was feeling severe pain. When you mistakenly scald your hand with a hot iron or when the heat from a boil in water lapped at a part of your skin. It was that same exact feeling except it was my whole body being scalded with a hot iron this time around.

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

(Aria’s PO‍V) The wo‌rld tastes like smoke. ‍Every breath burns, every blink brings a flood of ash and lig⁠ht. For a mo⁠ment, I don’t even know if I’m alive. My ears r⁠i‌ng‍ lik⁠e shatt‍ered glass, a‍nd‍ the air trembles with the ghost of the explosion.

It sets your soul on fire and dares you to walk through the flames for it. I’ve walked through worse. And if a car makes her angry, if it reminds her that I still know the version of her who once begged me to test drive one down the coast…I’m fine with that. Anger means she still feels something. Silence is worse. I lie back on the bed and let the city hum around me. If she wants a clean slate, she can build it. But I’ll be the ghost in the foundation.

Louis choked out. I didn't look up and said flatly, "Go put out the fire first. It's too late for anything else now." Yeah, it was too late. A heavy weight settled in every firefighter's chest. They all couldn't help but wonder if Margaret would still be alive if they hadn't listened to Joshua back then. Eventually, they got the fire under control, revealing walls charred by soot. For some reason, my mind wandered back to the first time I met Joshua.

But now that he had truly lost Esther, the pain was unbearable. Chloe had reached out to him multiple times, but he no longer cared. Without Esther, even happiness felt impossible. Only now did Tristan realize that Esther was like water to him, plain but essential. Chloe, on the other hand, was like soda—sweet and exciting but not something you could live on. Who could ever give up drinking water? But he had figured it out too late. Esther was happy now. Tristan wasn't sure if he was happy for her or mourning for himself, but he actually cried. He held his phone and watched the video all night long.

Despite their efforts, they were no match for me, as I had control over all four elements, plus the raw power of lightning. Flames erupted from my hands, setting the nearest werewolves ablaze. They retaliated, throwing fireballs back at me, but I absorbed the heat and intensified my own flames. Their screams filled the air as they were consumed by fire. Another group summoned torrents of water to drown me, but I countered with a tidal wave, crashing down upon them and drowning them instead.

I tried to use my energy and get through the door by breaking down but I couldn’t, my strength is at its peak when I’m in my wolf form. Eros is not in sight and Beta Connor and his men have still not arrived. “Ouch!” I shouted when a sharp pain crossed my head making me see another vision where some people in lab coats were mixing some chemicals in a glass tube and the reaction was making fire pop up. I concentrated my entire energy on that fire till it burst , spreading around the laboratories and making loud noises when it came in contact with different containers filled with some chemicals as if was a bomb blast. *Boom Boom Boom*

I looked at him with a horrified expression and he chuckled looking at my reaction. “Eyes are the windows to our soul and let me tell you a secret that these pretty blue eyes of yours’s speaks a lot more than your voice. Your face gives me the context of your mind. Do I really need to know about telepathy for that?” he asked. I don’t know how he manages to understand my every reaction, thoughts and dreams I mean he understand everything about me am I that transparent to him? I thought.