Burn It Down Novels & Stories

I got home well past midnight, the apartment quiet and dark, I'd bought this place after the separation from Selena, needing somewhere that wasn't my mother's house and wasn't the home I'd shared with a wife who'd been poisoning me for reasons I still hadn't fully processed, and most nights it felt like exactly what it was, a waystation instead of an actual home. I poured myself a drink I didn't really want and sat by the window, looking out over the skyline looking at , every building bearing some connection to Baldore money or Baldore influence, a legacy I'd been raised to protect without ever once being asked whether I actually wanted the burden of it. Somewhere out there tonight, my moth

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?

A beat dropped through the speakers, and before I could run or throw myself out the window again, Kai grabbed the remote mic and started belting: "You are… my fire..." His voice cracked. Horribly. I burst out laughing so hard I nearly fell off the couch. “Oh my God, stop! You sound like a dying goat.” He pointed the mic at me. “Join me or suffer eternal shame.” “Im already suffering eternal shame!” But I was laughing too hard to say no. So I grabbed another remote from the coffee table and stood up dramatically. "Tell me why" I screeched, totally off-key.

“Burn it all.” I wanted to promise. I wanted to say I would tear his world down. I wanted to tell her that we would not stop. She smiled at me, that crooked, haunted smile she gave when a plan had teeth. Then her eyes closed. The driver I had trusted was not me. He was a man on the edge. I floored the pedal. We tore through the properties like men running from gods. I felt the car lean into speed and felt as if the asphalt would slide off the world.

" That final struggle was nothing more than self‑inflicted humiliation. Just as I turned to leave, Eleanor suddenly staggered backward. Before I could react, she had already fallen to the floor, still holding the baby. The infant's heart‑rending cries filled the room. The next second, someone grabbed my clothes and yanked me violently backward. The force sent my entire body crashing into the glass coffee table. Shattered glass pierced my back. Warm blood immediately soaked through my clothes. "Chloe, how can you be so vicious? You won't even spare a few-month-old baby?"

But no matter how much I try, she's all that ravages my mind day and night. “This is fucked up, so fucked up.” I gulped down the wine in the glass at a go. I dropped the wine glass, causing a loud noise, and that spiked a memory I've been trying to forget for months. Countless nights of nightmare and guilt eating me up every day. I strode over to the window and looked down at the house just the way I looked down at his dying body with my gun in my hand. “Please, Damien. Take care of my daughter.” Moretti pleaded with blood spilling out of his mouth.

And I would burn this whole world down to save her. The door slammed shut behind me, the weight of the situation pressing down on my chest like a thousand pounds. As we moved closer to the entrance, the smell of gasoline grew thicker, suffocating the air around us. Whoever had set this fire wasn’t just trying to destroy a building—they were trying to send a message.

He thought they made him look like a god, like something that couldn't be stopped. I decided to burn that belief to the ground. “Douse it,” I ordered. My men moved fast. They poured fuel over the crates, over the paperwork, and over the floors. They soaked everything that Black Tide thought they owned. When the room smelled like a gas station, I stepped forward. I struck the match myself. The flames went up fast. They were hungry and bright, licking up the walls as if they had been waiting for my permission to eat the building whole. I didn't run for the exit. I didn't hide behind a wall for safety. I stood right there in the middle of the heat and watched it burn. I wanted anyone watching t

Playing in the game to lose I did everything for you It's all your fault It's all your fault, bitch Why you gotta be so cruel Playing in the game to lose I did everything for you I hope you suffer Now I swear we'll never make it out alive Cuz we're tied up in this burning house Tied up in this burning house Tried to save us but you watched us die Now we're locked inside this burning house You won't ever let me out Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Listen to the fire, revel in the sound Burn it to the ground, ground, ground Locked inside this burning house Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Listen to the fire, revel in the sound Burn it to the ground, ground, ground You w

“You shut down our link. You are keeping most of the pain away from us. Just let it out.” “I don’t know how.” I cried back, frustration and pain warring in my system. “Burn Amy, burn it all.” She called, and it was the switch. Between one breath and another, the fire that was under my skin exploded from my lips. The scream that had built behind my teeth turned into a column of fire that ignited the bees and the nest alike. Bodies fell, the nest flaked away, and the queen caught on fire. Vince’s voice reached my ears past the burning.