Burn It Down Novels & Stories

Don Bryant, who was standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Is there really nothing else that can be done to save Oliver, Cynthia?" I shook my head, replying calmly, "There's nothing that can be done, Don Bryant. You see, once someone is tainted by a black witch, the damage is irreversible. It's only a matter of time before his life force is completely drained. Your best course is to begin making funeral arrangements for Oliver now, Don Bryant." Having said that, I took William's hand and walked away, deliberately ignoring the heart-rending cries of despair that erupted from Oliver behind us. …

Erebus pulled away from her, his eyes filled with lust and guilt. I could see his hard cock pitching a fucking tent in his pants. Trivia barely glanced at me for less than a second before swaying toward Erebus, whom he held in place. Everyone behind me scattered to get covered up. I couldn’t care less what they did with their sex lives, but no one dared me. Not a single person. “I said burn it down. Now. This entire building. Right now,” I ordered again, a dark curl viciously on my lips as I bared my fangs. The ruffling of fur followed as I turned away, stalking outside.

It was heaven with a demon living in it. "Burn it down and..." the God chuckled while letting the sweet breeze mess with his graying hair. "... break his other leg. Make sure that he wouldn't have anywhere else to go." . . . 'Cazzata!' Rome's cuss remained unspoken as he watched his headquarters, 'The Romans', burn through nine different TV screens. Thick, dark smoke was rising from the same building he had worked so hard for. From the aerial shot taken by the news channel, he could see the showcase of his bar getting licked by fire. His people were screaming and getting toasted inside it—chefs, kitchen personnel, and ladies waitresses. Those who work for his

Tabitha managed to say her last wish. I have no choice; before the black smoke can do great damage to my entire household, I have to put an end to it. I closed my hands for a second. When I opened them, flames emerged from my fingertips and I directed my hands to Tabitha and burned her whole body down, which at that very moment was fully engulfed by the black smoke. The flames in my hands were so powerful that they reduced Tabitha's body to dust within minutes. It's over!

Those black eyes ignite with the flames of a wild beast, finally erupting into a sea of fire that spreads endlessly. A sea of fire that spreads. Like a scene from an apocalyptic movie, Bridge number one in the distance is burnt to distortion in the scorching flames, collapsing from the middle just like a bar of chocolate melting away. The steel structure crumbles, and the bricks and stones tumble down. A pale figure falls from the bridge, looking as if it's soaring up into the sky.

She was gently pushing me away, like she was telling me, without words, to let her be. "Leave me alone... It's so damn hot," she muttered. I knelt beside her. I could hear her breathing fast, and I could feel her body heating up. She tugged at the hem of her dress again while fumbling fingers. It was like she couldn't stand the feel of it anymore. "You need to slow down," I said softly. She didn't answer. Just pulled the dress over her head and let it drop to the floor. I looked away, not because I had to but because I wanted to give her that sliver of dignity she was losing by the second.

And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.

She helped the other Alpha’s escape their chains as she fought against the man with his back to the camera still singing “Cut me down, but it’s you who’ll have further to fall…Ghost town and haunted love…raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones..I’m talking loud, not saying much…I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose…fire away, fire away…ricochet, you take your aim..fire away, fire away…you shoot me down, but I won’t fall…I am titanium…you shoot me down, but I won’t fall…I am titanium…”

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

When he walks past me on his way back, I try to reach out to him, but my hands stay glued to my sides. I feel like my heart will burst out of pain any moment. We spend the next minutes in ultimate silence, not saying anything to each other, just packing and dumping the heap into the incinerator. Done, Nate picks up the matchbox. I grab the can containing the petrol. After pouring in just enough into the incinerator, Nate lights up a matchstick and throws it into the incinerator. We watch as the fire catches up with everything we poured into the incinerator, flaring and burning it down.