World Fire Novelas e Histórias

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

**Elizabeth's POV** * "Fire Wolf, a type of werewolf that almost only exists in legends. They are said to be covered in flames and can breathe fire. All in all, they are very bizarre. We can not confirm if this race really exists. But there are references to them in the literature." I quickly wrote down everything the teacher mentioned. I was almost fascinated by everything he said. I never knew that the world I lived in was so rich and diverse. I wished he would say more, but then the bell rang.

Nora shrugged and chuckled. Alice snarled. Reggie and Fred walked in. "What happened? Fred said it was very important," Reggie said as soon as he walked in. "What's with the urgency in your tone? Relax it's nothing serious, just that our lives might be in danger," Nora said calmly. "What?!" The three of them said in unison. "Y.. you me..an we're going to d.i.e," Alice struggled to get the words out of her mouth. "You call that not serious?" Reggie yelled.

The figure gestured for them to enter. The figure’s voice hissed and crackled like a campfire in the wind. The voice of the figure was that of several women talking at the same time, their tone high and raspy. Outside, a storm was brewing, a low rumble of thunder and the flash of lightning illuminating the sky. The world fell silent for a fleeting moment, then exploded with the power of the heavens. Reina and Russe stepped cautiously inside the cabin, their eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room.

The world burned. Flames roared across the ridge, devouring wood, stone, and flesh alike. The air grew thick with smoke, the heat blistering against my skin. Soldiers stumbled back, coughing, shields raised not against steel, but against the inferno itself. And through the fire, he came. Erebus.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

- Emory - The night sky stretched endlessly above us, stars twinkling like distant lanterns. The pack’s celebration was in full swing—howls, laughter, and the pounding of drums echoed through the clearing. Fires blazed brightly, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of my pack. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, sweet berries, and the unmistakable energy of relief and hope. I found myself standing at the edge, watching the scene unfold. My heart swelled with pride, but beneath that, a persistent relief that I couldn’t quite contain. We had survived. We had fought through darkness and betrayal, and tonight, we celebrated life—our life—as one.

Part 1 – Aurora’s POV The fire raged louder than ever. Aurora was standing in the center of her pack lands, the world around her alight with orange and red flames licking at the night sky. The once-proud trees were charred skeletons. The houses—memories she’d grown up in—were reduced to ash. Screams echoed in her ears: wolves howling in terror, pups crying for their mothers, warriors yelling out orders as they fell one by one.

Outside the window, the collapse of the world intensified. Skyscrapers fell one after another. The ground split open with massive cracks, where rivers of molten lava gushed out, staining half the sky a burning red. The wind howled violently. Rain poured down in sheets. Hailstones crashed against everything in sight. The entire world was shaking and falling apart. The cries of people grew fainter and fainter until they eventually disappeared completely. Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster.