Burn The Novel Novels & Stories

**** Author Note Thank you for reading my book and sorry the recent updated chapters have not been that good. There was a fire outbreak In my area this week about five of my neighbors were burnt to death. It has been very traumatic. I am finding it hard to write. And since the fire was caused by the electricity, we don’t have light until further notice. I will re-edit the book when everything is better.

He takes a deep breath and pulls his shoulders back, “Where to first?” “Do you know where she’s keeping your family?” He nods in reply. “Then let’s go,” I say as I walk over and pull the door open only to be met with bright flames. I stare out of the library stunned as I watch my home burn down. This place has been more of a home to me than the one I grew up in. These past few weeks, all my happy memories were made in this home, and now I’m watching them all burn down, just like Izzy had all those years ago. That rage inside me increases to a whole new level when I realise just who is behind this. Burning one of Izzy’s homes wasn’t enough for that bitch. No, she had to burn down a second. Sh

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

"If that's what you need to do, then I'm here with you." Together, we gathered the romance novels, piling them up in the center of the room. The weight of their pages felt heavy in my hands, a physical representation of the weight they had placed on my heart. I struck a match, watching as the flame danced to life, its glow illuminating the truth I had been avoiding. As the fire consumed the books, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The crackling flames devoured the tales of love and passion, leaving behind only ashes and smoke. It was a symbolic release, a declaration of my independence from the false narratives that had held me captive.

Raven took one, struck it, and stared at the flame. It felt symbolic. It felt final. She touched the flame to the ledger, and it curled inward immediately. Fire licked up the edge of the page, consuming names and numbers and signatures. Jaxon stood beside her, watching the fire devour the past. "One page won’t save us," he said. "But it’s a start." Raven nodded. "We’ll build the rest together." The flames crackled louder. The smoke rose, curling in the air like the last of their denials. They said nothing more as the book burned, and the room filled with the scent of scorched truth.

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.

He crushed the cigarette into the back of my hand. I couldn't fight. The silver had me paralyzed. My wolf howled in agony, but my consciousness slipped. This house—once filled with memories—now stank of blood and burnt flesh. I collapsed. Jack's voice followed me into the dark, cold and final. "Now I can be with Alice. Forever." I screamed inside, calling out to the Moon Goddess, begging for a reason—any reason—for why this was my fate. And then— I died. Drowned in betrayal. Suffocated by despair.

I asked on seeing she is the only one in the car. "At my house, preparing a bonfire." She grinned. By the time Janice and I got to her house the guys were already setting up a little bonfire at the back of her house. "You guys are just in time." Daniel sighed in relief throwing his arms around my body. I happily buried myself in arms, drawing warmth from him. "So.... I guess we burn the book." I heard Ethan mutter, from the corner of my eyes I could see him approach Janice. I sensed the sadness in Ethan's voice, if we burn the book.. The evil won't be the only person we get rid off. Ethan, Daniel and I would also be gone.

I held that nozzle down and kept the flame there and didn’t stop until I’d coated him head to toe with flames that looked like the purest, cleanest things I’d ever seen. The man in yellow, painted in vibrant shades of red and orange, stood there and burned. No screams of rage or pain, no thrashing or wailing. He just stood there, on that stage, burning. When the flames touched that book, it exploded. No shit. It leaped into flame and exploded. For a moment its flames looked bright green, as if something foul and poisonous was burning.

END OF FLASHBACK Mrs Young, with the great eagle she had never gave up easily. The thought of Taylor disobeying her wishes made her even more furious. She gave out a heavily sigh, and walked into her two sons company, lost in her thoughts thinking of ways not to lose such influential business partners, It was almost like gambling with her life when ever she meant business.