Burn The Novel Novels & Stories

The sound of fire was distant and threatening, though no flames were visible. I turned around. Everything around me was ablaze. People were running, fleeing, screaming. Children ran inside houses—children who, like me, wore the same white uniform, marked with the same insignia. The uniform was no longer white; it was stained with blood. Merlin stood a few meters away, holding a burning torch. Her face was not angry. It was calm, eerily blank. — Why? — my voice was childlike, pleading. Merlin looked right through me and hurled the torch onto the porch. The fire devoured the wood with the hunger of a living beast.

I lingered in the bathroom for a solid 10 minutes, dragging my feet before I finally stepped back out. I was just about to step into the banquet hall when I spotted Winter in the hallway, her back to me. A knot formed in my stomach, and I considered ducking away, but she spun around, her eyes rimmed with red. "Jeffrey, I never thought I'd bump into you here again." I stumbled over my words, "I... I didn't mean anything, I just wanted to put it all behind me." "Put it behind you?" She moved closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "That was my first time. You took that from me, and now you want to just forget?"

I rushed forward, trying desperately to stomp out the fire. But I was already dead. There was nothing I could do. I watched in despair as my three daughters were dragged into death by Ken's madness. Ken sat quietly on the floor, staring at the photo of us on his phone. The fire crept up their bodies. Pain twisted Bianca's face, and the girls' expressions were filled with agony. Ken kept smiling the whole time. The flames grew higher and higher. The three girls lost consciousness first. Soon, only Bianca and Ken were left awake.

Sometimes you have to burn everything down to build something better. He lost his license. I lost my family. We lost respectability and normalcy and any chance at a conventional life. But we found each other. And in the end, that's all that matters. Some things are worth burning for. He was my wildfire. And I'd burn again. Every single time. --- THE END Final Author's Note to Reader (Sloane's voice):

⸻ Then suddenly— The page burst into flames. The book screamed. ⸻ Reality screamed. ⸻ The sky cracked. ⸻ And the name vanished. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Forever. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Message The burning page released one final sentence. ⸻ A sentence directed only at Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ The letters glowed brightly. ⸻ Then slowly faded. ⸻ “The answer was never a word.”

The world should have ended when the flames consumed me. ​Instead, I opened my eyes. ​For several agonizing seconds, I lay perfectly still, waiting for the agony to resume. I braced for the heat, the suffocating smoke, the searing bite of magic fire stripping flesh from bone. ​Nothing came. ​No crowd chanting for my blood. No iron stake cut into my wrists. No scent of burning flesh. No Kael staring down at me with unreadable judgment in his golden eyes.

"She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally. That person was me." God! My heart broke into a million pieces for her, for the small girl who did not deserve to go through what she had gone through. She

All that was missing in Christle's explanation was an example to extinguish the perspectives of Nigerians who believed that dead people could survive in any form including handwriting. Again, I looked at the exercise book with Danny's handwriting for some time before making a decision to burn it. Even though it had some important formulas that were copied from a large textbook with a lot of references, I wasn't concerned about redoing the work again. I wasn't concerned about borrowing the textbook from Goodness, finding the formulas and copying it all over again. What mattered the most was getting rid of the book and its contents as soon as possible. I took a match box from my drawer after d

The flame caught immediately, bright and obedient. She fed the fire slowly. The first page curled and blackened. Ink blistered. Names dissolved. Isabella Whitmore vanished into smoke. Beatrice closed her eyes. “I am sorry,” she said aloud, though no one was there to receive it. The fire warmed the room, but it did not comfort her. Each document burned carried weight, not relief. These were not lies she was destroying. They were truths she had hidden, reshaped, rationed like medicine administered only when survival demanded it.

“We need to move.” I nodded, wrapping my arms around Alexei as I stood. He clung to me, his small body still trembling. I pressed a kiss against his forehead and I met Nikolai’s gaze, my voice like steel. “We burn this freaking place to the ground.” And we did. --- The flames devoured everything. The scent of burning flesh, of charred wood and metal, filled the air. The screams were long gone, replaced by the crackle of fire, by the collapse of a building that would never see another day.