Books In Fire Novels & Stories

As the little bell on top of the door rang out a sweet tune, both Lani and Blake twisted around expecting another package but were instead faced with Jax' angered face. "Jax? What's wrong?" Lani asked. "The feds, they're here." "What?" Blake said with his face etched in confusion, "What'd they want now?" "They're here to snoop around, they know about the fire and they want to know what happened," Jax spoke in a bored tone. "What? The fire that happened nearly a month ago? I call bullshit," Blake laughed as he placed more paint in Lani's hair. She giggled shortly before returning her attention back to Jax, "He's right, there's nothing to investigate," Lani added.

Division 24 The man looked confused. "The deaths? It has been peaceful in this area." Beatrice frowned. "How so." She mumbled to see a figure leave the church through the other door close to a burner. "Ha! Something is burning." She said, and the father turned to have his eyes widened. They both walked to the pulpit of the church and behold a book was on the burner while the fiery fire burned. Father Jude had gone to bring water to quench the fire and when the fire that had been burning was quenched, Beatrice squinted her eyes to see that three of the books in the burner had burnt to ashes but one had not burned..not a single scratch on its body.

The goddess must hate me for some reason. Wiping the thought from my mind, my eyes land on the only fictional book in the stack. I am actually a “facts over fiction” kind of girl usually. But, this time, I find myself choosing otherwise. Maybe it’s time for a change. Running my fingers across the cover and staring at the fiery red dragon, I am suddenly reminded of Millie. Goddess, Millie!

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

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

The crackling flames roared like a beast come to life, a wild storm born not of nature but of malicious intent. I leaped into action, trying to put out the fire. I gripped the thick curtain lying on the floor and started hitting the source of the fire with it. My mind raced with possibilities - who would do such a thing? Anger coursed through me, mingling with fear for the secrets now being reduced to ashes. I rushed forward, feeling the heat singe my skin as I desperately searched for any documents that might survive the blaze. The room was an inferno, embers swirling around me like malevolent spirits, and I could hardly breathe.

I sighed and sat on the bench watching Kia shoot all the jars perfectly andstarted jumping around gushing about how great he was. He ran up to me with sparkling eyes and I just rolled mine. “You can go.” I said in a teasing voice and he bolted out of there, leaving me to chuckle. I look the book and looked at it. Flipping through the pages, one catches my attention. It's a fire related technique. I looked around and no one was there. We moved to a much more descreet location since after what happened last time.

I was still sitting there holding it when Zyran came out, toweling his hair, and stopped when he saw my face. "How did you know?" I said. He looked at the book in my hands, then at me. "You mentioned it once. The conversation about what books you'd save in a fire." I thought back. Weeks ago. We'd been in the library and Elena had made some comment about the fireplace and the conversation had wandered, the way conversations wandered sometimes late in the evening when both of us were tired and had stopped managing what we said carefully. I'd listed three books. Hadn't thought about it since.

Lady Cassie had must have smuggled the book inside her already large pile, because it was far from the magical beings’ catalogs Bree was looking for at first. There, she found a section on fire creature’s techniques and a particularly promising chapter about weaponizing the phoenix rebirthing process. It explained in less details than she expected that it could be done by extending the fire halo, but it consumed the inner fire. The next couple of sentences set Bree of to a hyperventilating predicament, and her hands shook so badly the book fell on the ground.

“A highly flammable oil was used in one of the stores in the market,” The firefighter revealed, holding up the charred remains of a burnt can of oil for Beta Richard to examine. “That was what set the place on fire and the fire quickly spread to other places because there were fabrics, books in the library, planks and other materials which aided its quick spread.” He continued, explaining carefully to Beta Richard and the others. “Hmmmmm!” Beta Richard sighed, “But how are you sure that it was a deliberate act?” Beta Richard asked him, his brow furrowing in concern as he scrutinized the can of flammable oil in the firefighter's hand.