Burned Books Novels & Stories

Set Fire and Burn Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Murder/Assassination, Strong Language, Sex, Death, Substance Abuse, Dismemberment, Blood/Gore, Mutilation of Corpse, Sexual Assault, Crude Language, Immolation, Imprisonment, Voyeurism, Illegal Activities, Bondage, Prejudice, and Miscarriage. Not all family is blood, some family is found. Wounds take time to heal. Now shut up, sit down, and read this book like a good little mortal.

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.

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

I met his gaze but didn't answer, for I shouldn't feel guilty for the decisions I made. The guards roughly shoved him forward. The chains at his feet clattered against the marble floor, the sound ringing out like a funeral toll for a past that had long since rotted away. … The city was experiencing its first snow on the day I finished handing over my final academic duties back home. I stood by the office window, watching snowflakes drift down onto the rooftops of the medical university. There had once been a negative-110-degree freezer lab on the third floor of that building. The facilities department said it had been dismantled and converted into an ordinary storage room. It was as if nothi

The blaze flared into the sky. The night filled with smoke and sparks. The stars disappeared in the haze and glowing embers. The historical saloon hotel was shaded by the inferno roaring behind it. The life Lynexia had known and loved, devoured by coruscate. Lynexia stood at the edge of the woods and watched two figures being pushed through the ruins of the entrance to the saloon. They were covered in ash, and they were pale with fear from the building, disappearing inside again. A crack was heard through the screams and flames, and another window exploded. The roof began to buckle as more smoke and sparks sprayed the night sky.

He snapped furious, “I didn't ask to lose a fucking leg. I didn’t ask to live with the constant fear of stepping wrong and hurting myself or the pain that invades me after something like that. I didn't ask for the nightmares that refuse to leave my dreams. Do you have any idea how horrible it is to have a fucking nightmare and end up on the floor because you forget you're missing a leg because you wake up and try to get up? I hate it, Vivienne. I hate it! I didn't ask for this!” “You didn't ask for it, but you did look for it,” I replied, my words stunning him. “You looked for it when you decided to be a firefighter, Jacob. You looked for it on every rescue you went to, in every fire. The fa

Jenny sat by way of the massive window in her room, watching the locked gates of the mansion. The golden lights of the chandelier reflected off the polished marble ground, making the vicinity feel even greater like a palace. But no matter how beautiful it was, it turned into nonetheless a prison. She had back, however not with the aid of desire. Noah had compelled her to return to his global, using her fear in opposition to her. She wrapped her palms around herself, feeling the load of the entirety crushing her. Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry. Crying could not change anything. She needed to suppose. She wished a way out.

is all I could say with this overwhelming sense of gratitude. He grins. “I have more.” He leans towards me and whispers, “But if I give you more, I doubt your king will allow the books to be onboarded. I’m sure he’ll say something about maximizing the load.” “Is that what he’s thinking now?” “He’s currently calculating the weight of the books. But knowing that he can’t use that. He plans to accidentally burn them.” “He can’t do that!”

The paper curled the moment it kissed the flame. Scarlet didn’t hesitate. She pressed the notebook harder into the candlelight, watching as the edges blackened, the ink blistering and fading into nothing. The words she’d bled onto those pages...plans, filth, fear, secrets...warped and vanished in a hiss. Ronan was still struggling with his shirt, fabric caught over his head like a damn blindfold. She tossed the burning book into the fireplace. And screamed.

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.