Whispers Of Fire Novels & Stories

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

I freeze, every muscle paralyzed, as I feel Owen’s lips brush a light kiss on my cheek, just a hairbreadth from his lips touching mine. So close that if I were to just move, our lips would touch. By the time the thought registers, he has moved away. My eyes flutter as he leans to the other side, brushing the same light stroke against the other cheek before he pulls back again. As my eyes meet his, I see a fire burning deep within them but I am confused and torn.

I was adrift in a sea of darkness, my senses overwhelmed by the oppressive silence. Yet, through the void, I heard them – voices like faint echoes, like whispers from a forgotten dream. Though their words were unclear, their tones were unmistakable. A gentle hand shook my shoulder, a familiar voice whispering my name.

The fact is that if I will be seen by such creature my demise would be imminent. It was rather odd that En was quite in this whole endeavor. He might be trying to contact the powerful being in order to help me or he’s just busy with trying to block the maddening whispers that were trying to invade my mind. I scratched my ears as the insistent buzzing due to the miasma made my ear itchy, like listening to an ASMR but instead of sweet nothings all you could hear were maddening screams of those who were taken and there urge to join them in there maddening cacophony.

“Come on, Layla. Another breath. Big breath this time.” I suck in, my eyes going wider as my senses creep back to life. Robert’s eyes crease with joy and relief. He turns his face toward someone nearby, his voice unintelligible as it bleeds with the sounds of sirens and rushing water. I painfully turn my head to the side. The house comes into view–or what’s left of it. The fire continues to burn despite the firefighters. The upper levels have caved in on the first floor. Heat wafts toward me, stinging my eyes.

I had to buy the others wolves time in hopes of escape. The man clenched his jaw “Oh come on that lousy Alpha! As for the others casualties do occur.” He shrugged nonchalantly. His henchmen were watching our exchange with keen interest. “Really? Casualties? You talk of peoples lives like it is some sick game to you!” I seethed now a few feet away from him. ‘Uh, Val I’m throwing a fireball your way in a second or two. Just a heads up.’ Vivian's voice traveled via mindlink.

The fire around us twisted and surged, reflecting the chaos inside me. “Moon Goddess,” I whispered, falling to my knees. “Please… help me. Help me burn him out.” The air shimmered. The fire turned white-hot, pure and blinding. The whisper of the Goddess filled my ears...not words, just warmth, like mercy itself brushing against my soul. Zac screamed, his form flickering. “You’ll destroy yourself with me!” I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. “Then so be it.” I reached into the flames and pressed my palms against my chest, right over my heart. Pain exploded through me. My entire body trembled as the fire spread under my skin, burning through every shadow he left behind.

I stepped inside The air went still My magic dimmed I wasn’t alone Shadows moved across the ceiling whispering like children beneath a blanket I drew in a slow breath and whispered the name I’d heard in the rift The shadows parted A long staircase spiraled downward lit only by gold threads in the stone that pulsed with each step I took And at the bottom A chamber Circular and silent A pedestal stood in the center and on it rested the weapon It wasn’t a sword It wasn’t armor It was a flame Floating Contained in a glass orb sealed with runes that pulsed like a heartbeat I knew without touching it This was goddess fire Pure Unforgiving Alive I stepped forward and pressed my hand to the orb It s

Ash filled my mouth, tasting of copper and scorched earth. “Is this it for me?” I whispered, my cheek pressed against the burning soil. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at the approaching wall of fire. “Is this where I die?” I began to mutter a frantic, disjointed prayer, waiting for the heat to finally consume my skin and turn my bones to dust. “Would you shut your pathetic mouth, you insignificant pest?” The voice break the silence; it felt like a serrated blade dragging across the inside of my skull. It was cold,impossibly cold cutting right through the roar of the forest fire.

The smoke spiraled upward, filling his lungs and burning his throat. Amidst the crackling heat, a whisper slithered through the air. “Fox…” Vincent turned around sharply, ready to strike with his claws poised. “Reveal yourself!” he roared. The flames twisted and shaped themselves into figures. Faces appeared inside the fire—the faces of those who had vanished. One by one, their mouths opened, creating a haunting chorus of overlapping voices: “You couldn't save us.” “You never learn.” “You never let go,” Vincent roared back, his voice shaking the burning air. “Where is she?” he asked.