Burned Hopkins Novel Novels & Stories

I was still confused about what the hell Heather was doing in the forest. I looked up at Harriet about to ask when I noticed the romance novel cover in front of me. Matt was holding Harriet’s hand to his chest as she looked lovingly into her eyes. Harriet was carefully avoiding the wounds that were still red and angry. If we had not just been attacked, our village set on fire, and most of our surviving park were injured, I would have gagged or dramatically fake vomited. Correction Heather and I would have gagged or dramatically fake vomited. I looked down at Heather. I frowned and tucked a lock of her hair behind her hair.

She found it strange. After the doctor was done, he left with the nurse leaving Taylor and Joy alone. TAYLOR'S POV I was having a stressful day from all the business meetings I was attending, and so I decided to take a walk after my last meeting to relieve some of it. I was lost in my thoughts when my feet took me to a park and I noticed something strange in the nearby bush from where I was seated and I decided to take a look, only to find a beautiful brown girl with bruises everywhere, she was covered in a lot of blood and looked lifeless. My heart ached, she looked so fragile, so serene as she lay there.

WARNING-the content of this book is VERY graphic and VERY dark. Do NOT read if you cannot stomach graphic violence or explicit intimacy. HYACINTH (AGE 15) "Daddy!" I sputtered and coughed in the upstairs hallway, lungs already dangerously full of smoke. The fire crackled all around us-my childhood home going up in flames.

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.

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.

He quickly gets up, pours fuel on the car, then lights a match. Flames quickly spread through the car and it feels like the old me is being burned to ashes. “Get down,” the new driver orders just as our car takes off. The car is swallowed up by the fire and seconds later, there's a boom as it explodes loudly and illuminates the night. I try to hold in but the tears run down my face. I lean back against the seat and cry. My sobs are coming from my broken heart. The driver looks at me through the rearview, “It was necessary. You'll be a ghost by morning. No body, just evidence.”

I simply nodded, keeping my reaction to myself. Then the last person approached me. When he offered his hand, I felt a different kind of nervousness, far from what I felt with Lance. We stared at each other for a long moment, neither of us willing to break the gaze. I felt my heart skip a beat as our eyes locked. It was only interrupted when Mr. Villion cleared his throat from the side. I pulled my hand back quickly. Was I just daydreaming? I placed a hand over my chest, then touched my cheek. Get it together, Alina! You’re embarrassing yourself!

“What? Are you afraid?” The host looked at Matthew. Matthew gave the faintest nod. “We’ll reverify, then.” The big screen switched to my account information. The people in the venue whispered. “Look at how confident she is. Could the Jackson Group actually have been revived?” “Impossible. In Astrid City, if the Fuller Group wants to destroy someone, they could do so at ease. With a plot of land so expensive rendered unusable, the Jackson Group is doomed.” “She must be completely unhinged after what her husband’s done to her. Anyone would go crazy.”

Hellfire moved in perfect, surgical arcs. Warehouse soldiers burned first—screams cut off mid-breath.Three corrupt elders ignited where they knelt—flesh melting from bone in heartbeats.The deputy who lied about Nyxara vanished in a single pulse of white flame. Voss was last. I pinned him under one boot as the fire crawled up his legs—slow, patient, almost tender.He shrieked until his voice turned to ash.Until only blackened bones smoked gently on the marble. Silence.Absolute.Sacred.

My legs burned. My chest hurt. But I didn’t stop. Because I knew— If I stopped, I might never leave. We reached a door. He pushed it open. Fresh air hit my face. I gasped. The night sky stretched above us. Dark. Wide. Endless. For a moment, I forgot everything. Then he pulled me forward again. We were outside. Behind the mansion. I could see trees. So many trees. More than I had ever seen before. The ground felt different under my feet.