Waves Everything Burns Novels & Stories

In that moment, anger quickly overtook despair and he tightened his grip on his sword; he wanted to charge after Oliver and end his life, not realizing he was already too late. The flames had continued to swirl and pick up speed as the energy contained within built to the breaking point. They had reached up into the lower levels of the atmosphere and he knew that even as far away as D.C. people would see the awesome display of power. Just as it seemed the pillar of destruction could get no higher, Oliver clenched his fists and drew the flames to him once again. In an instant, the tower convulsed and condensed down until it

The area of 50 meters was entirely engulfed in these green flames, and it burnt so strongly that even the space elements were stripped of their power! “What is that?” Shiva shivered instinctively when he felt the power of the flames. He was too far away to feel endangered, but for some reason he did. Those flames were so scalding that his skin burned from just looking at it. This wasn’t diluted Chaos. This was pure, uncut Chaos!

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

The violet light at my neck doesn't just flare; it explodes. A massive, subterranean shockwave of amethyst energy ripples out from my hands, tearing through the riverbed like a localized earthquake. The water of the River of Bones instantly begins to boil, white steam screaming into the night sky as the raw, geothermal heat of the South fractures the limestone below. The black current turns into a wall of frothing, violet-tinted foam, the sheer kinetic pressure of my aura driving the river backward, forcing the waters to swell and rise up the northern bank like a tidal wave. "Fire!" Voron screams through his bullhorn, his voice cracking with a sudden, primitive terror.

Desperation drove me toward higher ground, clinging to the faint hope of rescue. However, luck wasn’t on my side. Out of nowhere, a massive wave slammed into me, sweeping me off my feet. I crashed into the sea, the icy water flooding my mouth and throat with its salty sting, leaving me gasping for breath. “Don’t freak out. Just stay calm...” I repeated to myself, clawing for control. I tried to swim away from the jagged rocks, but my belly slammed into one, its sharp edge slicing through me like a knife.

I smack my hands together and bounce them apart, “clash? Your water just putting out my fire?” “Nah, I don’t think I’m just water, I think it also has to do with like…breath?” Tony says, shaking his head at me, clearly excited. “But even then – fire and water don’t just cancel each other out,” he says, talking fast. My eyes go wide as I realize that he’s right. “We could like – boil oceans –“ “Make like, a whole bunch of steam –“ “It could be like a fog that spreads out over a countryside –“

Pain shot through my body as I landed on a sharp rock, and I felt warm liquid begin to seep from my forehead, my arms, my back, and my knees. In the direction of the car, I heard the faint crackling of fire and, turning my head, saw the car smoking. Trying to fight the pain that coursed through my whole body, I muttered an 'I will live mantra,' as I forced myself to crawl far from the smoking car, my limbs shaking like they were going to fall out through my skin with every inch. As I dragged myself through the nearby trees,I could only think of one thing, that very mantra, and... Dashiell.

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

It was like there was a boulder on the top of my chest restricting my airways, it felt like I was going to burst The throbbing pain from my hand travelled through my body and I staggered to the kitchen Filling up a glass of water, the water hissed as it made contact with my skin, steam rising from the chilled water on my skin My skin was burning and got to the touch It felt was I was burning and dying, I had to let it out . If I did not, I was going to die, I was going to burn to death, right here and now, I was going to explode I staggered round the kitchen, plates and pots flying from where they were kept and shattering on the floor Suddenly a huge wind filled the room, engulfing me I had

That was when the second wave hit. More concentrated wolfsbane blown straight into my face before I could take another step toward Thorne. The burn that followed was worse than the first. It punched into my lungs, my eyes, my throat, and my knees almost folded under me. I staggered, coughing hard, vision swimming, the strength in my arms going dull and slow like someone had poured weight straight into my bones. Who the hell…