Burn For Burn Novels & Stories

“I will never forgive you for this.” But I stood up anyway. Because I’m an idiot. Because it's Kai. And also because he was already turning off the lights, leaving only the warm orange glow of his living room lamps. The karaoke screen lit up the space like a spotlight. He pulled out a candle from the shelf and used his phone flashlight to “ignite” it, holding it up like a true fanboy. “You’re insane,” I said. “You’re the star,” he replied. I scrolled until I found something dumb. Something harmless.

“The Flamecarriers are leaving tomorrow.” “I know,” she said, coming to stand beside him. “They asked me to write them a code,” he added. “Not a rulebook. Just a promise.” Serena tilted her head. “What did you write?” He handed her the paper. “We do not burn to destroy. We burn to remember. And where there is memory—there is light.” She read it once. Twice. Then folded it and tucked it against her chest. “It’s perfect.” A Dream of Fire

"Sophia? Sophia! What were you gonna say? You totally zoned out!" Jack's voice yanked me back. He'd just pulled up in front of Moonshade Medical Center, frowning. And that's when it hit me— I'd been reborn. In my last life, the second he dropped me off, I told him: Alice had Corrosion Sickness. This is the AIDS virus of our werewolf kind. Passed through blood, intimate relations, or from mother to pup. Shreds your immune system. Eats your wolf alive. No cure. No healing. Just a slow, brutal countdown to death.

Not meant to burn, but to heal. Aaron saw it and hesitated. “What—” I raised my hand. The fire flowed forward, not as a weapon but as light, wrapping around him like silk. He struggled, roaring, trying to fight it off. His flames turned wild, snapping and twisting, but they couldn’t break through. “You don’t understand!” he shouted. “If you win, everything ends! The flame dies!” I stepped closer, the light growing brighter. “No, Aaron. The flame only dies when it forgets why it burns.”

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

The air in the car is too hot, too heavy and too much that even opening of the door does nothing to soothe the burning inside. I feel like my body is on fire. Their attention always burns me up and I love every second of it, it's all I've ever wanted…all I've ever needed. “Jennie you must be really tired, you look wrecked” my stepfather says as we step out of the car and I am being supported by my stepbrothers to stand straight.

And there would be no coming back for her after that. She wasn’t built for monsters like me. So she have to walk away. Sooner or later, she would. She have to. Because if she didn’t… I would drag her into my darkness myself. And the fire between us would burn her alive.

I took a bullet for Vittorio, and it left my right hand permanently damaged. After that, I stepped back and supported him from behind the scenes. For eight years, I stood beside him as he rose from a low-level underling to Don. On his first day as Don, he had my portrait hung in every church he owned, to show the world who I was and how much I mattered. When I told him we had too much blood on our hands, he began going to church every day to confess and pray for us both. Once, I offered to go with him. He only shook his head, his expression solemn. "You got blood on your hands because of me. None of it is your fault. Let me carry all the sins alone." I was so moved that I believed him

“I obviously couldn't use the first method, my bullies were the only ones who knew the species of wolfbane they used and they would never tell to me. It wasn't like I had the guts to ask, they were all from legacy packs and if I went anywhere near their territory, they'd have me killed and hung on the gate to show as an example. So I decided to go through with the second method. But the problem was that the toxin had spread too much around my body, the only way for me to burn it out was to burn myself.” “It was a fool's errand, no wolf could survive burning, our regenerative abilities weren't that high but I was in love and love made me insane. I waited till the night of the full moon and wi

Burning for her in a fire that I don't think I could be able to ever fucking extinguish, burning for her madly, crazily, yet again looking at her drop dead sexy picture was the only cure that could ignite the hate within me to that good for nothing bastard billionaire and make me want to have her to myself the more. Burning for her, even though I failed last time to make her mine, still I would never stop trying cause she, like the air was something I needed for myself alone. "MYSELF ALONE, NO SHITTY BODY ELSE." "NO...NO... FUCKING...FUCKING BODY"