Burn It Down Novels & Stories

"Next time, boy, we do not fall. Next time, we burn the world." Damon’s eyes flared faint red. He was ready to burn the world down for her, no matter who got in the way.

"And him! All three of his core surgeries? I paid to have someone else perform them! They're nothing without me!" The last scraps of dignity holding the team together were ripped apart completely. Each of them was desperate to strip the others bare, just to lessen their own share of the blame. I sat at a safe distance, unscrewing my second bottle of mineral water as I took a slow, languid sip. In the meantime, Matt couldn't endure the bone-eating agony of the toxin any longer. He started screaming as he smashed a wine glass against the floor, grabbed the largest shard, and slashed it toward his wrist.

PHOEBE was so happy that day. Her bestfriend we're finally back. She's hugging her as they cooked, because she wasn't as good as the kitchen. The truth was, Laurel and the kitchen was enemy since then. They can't leave her in the kitchen. You will regret that you even tread her in your kitchen. She won't come out of the kitchen without burning the whole place. Laurel do everything to cooked before but it wasn't a good outcome. Their house was about to burn as they did let her cooked. After that day, she was no longer approaching her parents' kitchen.

We got separated in the chaos. Before I can snap at him, a sudden gust of wind howls through the broken windows, carrying with it the sound of shattering glass. A wave of searing heat engulfs the room, flames licking greedily at the walls as burning liquid sprays across the floor. My fur singes as the space erupts into a violent inferno. Molotov. They're burning the mansion down! No time to think.

He only knows that the man is not dead because his fingers were tapping on the glass as the singer in the background sang with all his heart. “How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

“I worked for him once.” Jenny’s stomach twisted. “You ” “I did not know what he really was,” Ethan said quickly. “By the time I found out, it was too late. If I had stayed, he would have killed me.” Jenny swallowed hard. Everything she thought she knew was crumbling around her. Ethan’s voice softened. “Jenny, with this, we can finally bring him down.” She stared at the flash drive, a war raging inside her. She wanted to believe it was possible. But Noah was powerful. He controlled everything.

One bleeding. One broken. One burning. I closed my eyes. If I wasn’t allowed to exist— Then I’d burn down everything that said I couldn’t.

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.

Watching the police car drive away, I collapsed to the ground. I felt completely drained. After experiencing the same tragedy in both lives, I was at my limit physically and mentally. Michael helped me into the passenger seat of the car and started the engine. As I watched the scenery pass me by outside the window, I couldn't stop crying. Jared hadn't always been like this. I couldn't believe that a person could change so much in just a few years. Years ago, when my house caught fire, I was surrounded by flames. Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me.