Burn The Boats Novels & Stories

Quiet came—waves, birds, the yacht creaking deeper into sand. The island’s dock was junk: small boats floating empty, a fancy speedboat sinking with engine on, a water bike half under with expensive bags. Guards gone with the people—some took boats, others swam to reef, cut by rock. The main house smoked; computer room a black hole, fire gone after eating machines, melting metal. I pulled the boat onto warm sand from the fire, walked barefoot, camera clicking: burned cloth, broken glass, gold mask split like a face. I found them on the stage—right where I left.

One more brother, one more name, one more loss to carve into memory. I stood. My voice came out rough, torn from my chest. “I need at least twenty wolves who can pull a travois to go to your Luna—now! The rest of you, gather the injured and get them moving toward the travoises. Go!” The command cracked like a whip through the silence. Movement exploded across the field. Caleb was the first to break into a sprint, mud flying behind him. “I can pull one!” he called over his shoulder. Maren wasn’t far behind. “I’ll help Luna hook them up!”

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.

Pain exploded across my face. I stumbled back, shocked as my cheek burned. The reality finally hit me. This wasn’t just a scandal anymore. This was war.

“Late night. Homework.” He didn’t buy it but didn’t push. Instead he leaned in, voice low. “Listen, there’s this thing tonight—small bonfire at the beach. Just a few people. You should come. Get out of your head for a bit.” She almost said no. Then she saw Noah across the hall—hood up, knuckles still taped under his sleeves, avoiding her eyes. “Yeah,” she told Liam. “I’ll come.” The rest of the day blurred. Classes. Notes. Whispers.

“So you burn with what you loved.” When I opened my eyes, I was back on the floor of our burning den. This time, I pressed wet moss to my muzzle and dialed the public emergency channel. Let him choose her again. But in front of everyone. The roof beam fell at minute three. Wood cracked across my shoulder—bone snapped, I screamed, smoke swallowed the sound. Another beam caught my thighs. Blood pooled fast, soaking the nest I’d built for her. My daughter—still safe in my womb, five months along—kicked once, weak, then went still.

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

My fingers closed around it with practiced familiarity, but this moment felt like nothing I had trained for. The boat had drifted far enough. The flames from the lanterns still reached it, casting Mimi in soft gold. I inhaled. Pulled the string. The arrow nocked. And then—release. Time stopped. The arrow became a comet, a promise made of fire. It struck the boat with a crack that felt like thunder. Flames erupted, fierce and wild. Mimi’s final chariot burned against the night, defiant and beautiful. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I just stood there, watching my sister burn, the heat kissing my cheeks like a goodbye.

"I lost my unit in the first few days after The Burning, " Ben said, his voice barely above a whisper. I looked up at him, surprised. He never talked about his past. Not ever. "We were stationed near the coast when the first fires hit. Everything went to hell so fast. One minute we were evacuating civilians, the next..."

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.