Waves Everything Burns Novels & Stories

No, to be precise, they were approaching everything behind me that I wanted to protect. I raised the sword in my hand high, the flames spreading from my skin to the entire blade. "No more steps forward. Drop dead!" I yelled and swung my sword hard at the tens of meters high waves. A huge flame erupted from my sword, and all the seawater that came in contact with the flame turned into steam. The tens-of-meter-high wave was split into two halves by the flame. "No - no - this can't be - this can't be real - the waves are impossible to be split by a sword-" the orange-tailed merman yelled like a maniac, refusing to accept this fact.

an ear-powdering, mechanical rolling filled the trench. The generators of the last tides woke up. A gigantic suction soap was created. But he didn't break us. The massive pumps the toxic, yellow water and the rot from the tomb, chased it through their fiery internal filtration chambers and pushed one on the other monumental pressure wave made of crystal clear, boiling hot, pure ocean water out. The shock wave of pure, oxygen-rich life sweeped over us. The remaining parasites were captured and burned by the rage

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

The evening was chilly and silent, the sun hung on the horizon, slowly setting and the breeze that blew in was cold, causing goosebumps to form on the skin but Omar didn't bother to get up to shut the windows. He laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling feeling torn and exhausted and alone and all round broken. These past few days had stretched him emotionally so much so that he felt used. He felt like he couldn't do anything right and to think that all these drama happened in only a week, if a medium had told him that his life would be spun recklessly this way in such short time, he wouldn't have believed.

I tried to scream, using the loudest tone I could, my throat aching from the effort, but nothing. Apparently, it was soundproof. I was completely isolated. That’s when I understood everything. He was going to make me watch. Why did I think even for a single moment that Rayan didn’t have a plan to get through the wave? It was obvious he knew he would be affected the same way I was. And, if it depended on my admission of defeat, things would be torturous for him too. Unless he could relieve himself. The Wave put us in a state of extreme heat, uncontrollable desire for our partner, but it could be appeased if there were Intercourse with another wolf in heat.

“Knock it off, Fly- Elijah! There are other ways!” “There really aren’t, Athena. Think back to the moment with Flynn, imagine your anger, despair, and perhaps even fear”. She halts her movements abruptly, causing my balls to hit her full force. I know she calls them fireballs, but they are actually filled with pure magic essence. They aren’t fire, but they aren’t anything else in particular either. It responds to the surface it hits. She turns around to face me whilst my balls are still shooting, and I cringe knowing my last ones are going to hit her square in the face. It’s going to be brutal.

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.

Panic rippled through the crowd, but not a single person stepped forward to help. While holding my breath, I pushed through the chaos and loosened Oliver's collar. "Wake up! Don't fall asleep!" But his pupils had already gone dull. He was too weak to respond. Suddenly, a still-burning cigarette butt droppped nearby and reignited the lingering hydrogen. In an instant, flames shot up toward the sky, and a wave of scorching heat slammed into us. Screams erupted around me. In the chaos, I was shoved and trampled, my wrists and ankles swollen and throbbing.

I felt that stirring of magic inside me and I saw flames in my mind’s eye. I opened my hands without saying the words and the flames were there, it burned from green to red to blue and I looked at Jessica as she smiled at me. The flames overtook me and I felt the most magnificent, indescribable surge of power go through me. “It’s done, it worked,” I said as the flames died out. Malachi was walking back to the house and I looked at his back, his aura was full of anger.

If the previous waves of heat had been storms, this was a hurricane. Emeriel rocked back and forth, clutching at her burning flesh as though she could somehow extinguish the inferno raging within. Somehow extinguish the volcano erupting in her core, its molten lava burning her womanhood, consuming her entire being from the inside out. She let out another scream. And another. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat pouring from her pores. She clawed at the floor, her nails digging into the rough wood in a futile attempt to get away from the pain.