Waves Everything Burns Novels & Stories

I screamed—part rage, part fear, part exhilaration—and he glanced over his shoulder at me. “You’re terrible at this,” he called, voice teasing but confident. “I hate you,” I spat, teeth gritted. “Love you too,” he shot back instantly. I almost elbowed him in protest, though he didn’t even flinch. The streets blurred faster, lights and signs whipping past us. My pulse raced, adrenaline hammering through my veins, and—against my will—I had to admit: clinging to him like my life depended on it, my helmeted face pressed against his jacket, the wind screaming around us—it was kind of incredible.

It didn’t sound human… My powers swirl around me, sending an intense wave that slams through the trees and spreads far and wide, one that makes me sense every living soul around me; human, animal, werewolf, witch… demon… even the very earth that is alive. “Enrique!” Time seems to move as the water from the waterfall gushes down, soaking me, and the flames now dissipate. I walk through the water and get out. “I see you found it,” Royce murmurs. “Yeah, I did,” I murmur as I look back at the water, then at the trees that have lost a lot of fucking leaves from the power blast. ‘Alert of possible danger in the forest! Alpha! We felt a power wave in the forest-’

Dante said. "Everything we've built has visible edges," Elian said. "The house, the garden, the foundation. But the thing the fourth novel is about — the conversation — doesn't have edges. It's just — ongoing. Continuous. The way the Atlantic is continuous." He paused. "How do you write the ocean?" "You write the specific wave," Dante said. Elian looked at him. "The specific wave," he repeated. "The ocean is too large to write," Dante said. "But a specific wave — the one that arrives at a specific moment on a specific morning — that you can write. And the specific wave contains the whole ocean."

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

Flames washed down Havoc's body turning into a tidal wave of flames flowing outward in all directions. Screams erupted in every direction but just as quickly as they had left the person's mouth they were silenced. The wave of fire rolled through the town square with the roar of a tornado passing by. When it reached the barrier's edge like a massive wave hitting a wall it flowed up into the air, it arched and as if sucked in by a vacuum the flames returned to Havoc and disappeared. When all of the flames dissipated Havoc stood alone, There was no sound, no arguing, no screams, just silence. There was no evidence of people having been in the town square. No charred corpses, no items or clothin

Whoosh— In an instant, the water temperature rose to a boiling state as several waves came crashing through, forming yet another tsunami. Any adjective used to describe tsunamis wouldn’t even be enough to show how large the waves were. An exceedingly intense pressure covered the entire ocean. It was endless, paired with pure demonic Chi. When forced onto a human, it was like a sharp blade, stabbing and slicing their minds into shreds. “Ahhh!!!” Esmeralda let out a painful shriek, holding her head with her hands. She felt like her brain was about to explode.

BOOK FOUR: THE ABYSSAL TIDE (Jace’s Perspective) Physics dictates that when water boils, it expands. When you flash-boil millions of gallons of freezing, high-pressure seawater in a fraction of a second, it doesn't just expand. It explodes. The sound was like the sky tearing open.

Sage The power burns through me like liquid starfire, scouring everything in its path. Where my light touches the mutant wolves, they don't just die - they disintegrate, corrupted flesh turning to ash that scatters on the wind. Their unnatural screams cut off abruptly as the wave of power rolls across the battlefield, leaving only silence in its wake.

Although my body felt tired and scarred, my spirit was still burning. The emotions burning inside me flared up like a burning sea of fire, splashing red light that filled every corner of my mind. The ferocious waves crashing on the shore—that's how I felt right now—rushed in without mercy. My hidden power was pent-up for so long, and now I could feel it throbbing as my bloodstream flowed faster and faster.

The "Eraser Wave" was not a wall of water or fire, but a wall of absolute silence that moved through the vacuum at a fraction of the speed of light. As it approached Aethelgard, the vibrant azure sky began to bleed into a dull, necrotic grey, and the liquid quartz oceans beneath us started to simmer with a frantic, jagged energy. I stood at the primary resonance console of the First Mother’s Breath, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, a rhythm I had to maintain as the universal metronome for the entire planet.