Burn For Burn Novels & Stories

he murmured against her lips, teeth grazing lightly, “and I… I want to burn with you.” Luna’s hands threaded through his hair, tugging, pulling, holding him tight. “Then burn,” she whispered, breath hitching. “Don’t hold anything back.” He growled low in response, and the kiss deepened again, tongues teasing, teeth nipping, hands roaming. Her back arched, breath hitched, a moan escaping, unrestrained, carried away by the warmth of the fire and the storm outside. Every inch of her body screamed with want, and Adrian answered in kind, moving with purpose, dominance, and a raw, undeniable passion.

The heels were resting in my lap like a heavy weight of shame. "If you're not going to wear them," Tucker said sharply, "then give them to Shelby yourself. That can be your apology." He slid the shoes toward me with quiet contempt, as though my hesitation merely proved my ingratitude. "Shelby's always been kind enough to overlook your little games," he added. His tone was sharp and unforgiving. "She won't hold it against you." Those elegant heels now felt like sharp knives digging into my heart. Every burn on my legs throbbed fiercely. They were a brutal reminder of his cruelty.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

Selene read it three times, but each time she understood it less rather than more, just as Moira's answers always did, like a box that opened only to reveal another box, smaller and more tightly shut than the one before. That night she burned the letter in the fireplace, watching the paper curl and turn black before finally crumbling into ash, and realized, with a bitterness that surprised her because it was so profound, that she had in effect exchanged one fire for a life which had been made up almost entirely of things which she had never really been allowed to understand fully, and that Moira, no matter what else she might have been, had never at any time intended that situation to be alt

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

“I’m sorry I lost control. But I’m not sorry I want you. I’m not sorry I’ll burn everything down to keep you safe.” I reached out slow, carefuly brushed my thumb over the marks on her throat. She didn’t flinch. She leaned into the touch, and in that single movement, the fire inside me shifted. It was not rage or possession but something deeper. Something I wasn’t ready to name, But something I would kill to protect.

But I keep within me that cold lucidity: fire can warm, but it can also destroy. And it's that burn, the pain and passion mingled, that I accept, still and always.

Nives’s fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of Asena's linen shirt, her breathing turning shallow as she traced the fierce, burning fire in Asena's dark eyes. "Nives..." Asena whispered, her voice barely a breath, the name escaping her lips before she could stop it. Nives didn't reply with words. Instead, her gaze dropped slowly to Asena’s lips, her jaw tightening with an intense, agonizing restraint that felt more dangerous than any corporate war they had ever waged. The walls of her pristine fortress hadn't just cracked; they were burning to the ground, and she was entirely content to let them turn to ash.

Montessa’s eyes reflected the sparks coming off his skin. “Don’t hold back, baby,” she said. “Let’s burn this place to the ground.” She put her hand on his shoulder and closed her eyes. The wind started around them, blowing candy and engine oil and baby food off the shelves. The wind fanned Lu’s flames, and they became higher and higher. “Burn,” she whispered, and the building ignited. Deadly Hanukkah candles. The most exquisite of joys in the most horrible of circumstances. “Burn,” she repeated and used her hand to direct Lu’s flames toward the bodies on the ground. The clerk seared and sizzled. Flames danced in his open mouth, in his throat. She saw firestorms in his eye sockets.

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.