Burnin Mha Novels & Stories

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

“You find something interesting, Maya?” I hesitated, my fingers tracing the edge of the journal. “This bunker belonged to a scientist,” I said slowly. “Someone who predicted The Burning. They tried to stop it.” Ben frowned, lowering his rifle slightly. “What do you mean, ‘predicted’?” I handed him the journal, watching his expression shift as he flipped through the pages. “They knew something was coming. They were part of some kind of project to stop it, but it got out of control.” Marcus snorted from his spot near the wall. “So, what? Some crackpot scientist thought they could play God and screwed it all up? Sounds about right.”

Including my place in it. But if I didn't do this, Morrison would keep digging into me and eventually remember where she'd seen my face. She would connect me to Blue Ray, to past jobs, to everything I'd worked so hard to hide. This was survival. I clicked send. The email disappeared into the digital void. Message delivered. I deleted all traces from my system. Destroyed the burner account. Wiped the proxy connections. Then I sat back and waited. It took Morrison six hours. I was having breakfast with Kayden when my phone buzzed. News alert.

Don Bryant, who was standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Is there really nothing else that can be done to save Oliver, Cynthia?" I shook my head, replying calmly, "There's nothing that can be done, Don Bryant. You see, once someone is tainted by a black witch, the damage is irreversible. It's only a matter of time before his life force is completely drained. Your best course is to begin making funeral arrangements for Oliver now, Don Bryant." Having said that, I took William's hand and walked away, deliberately ignoring the heart-rending cries of despair that erupted from Oliver behind us. …

Instead, it was to honor my father's legacy. Before long, the Moretti family returned to its former glory. We became the strongest force in the underworld, and I was known as the coldest, most untouchable woman. The old me died in that fire, yet from its ashes, I rose anew. What the flames didn't consume was my heart. It still burned, but it would ache for no one ever again.

Connor asked quietly, not once looking away from the urn. Hannah bit her lip, rage burning in her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me, Connor?!" she burst out. "You humiliated me in front of everyone. You'd rather marry a dead woman than be with me! Do you have any idea how ridiculous you've made me look? I've become the laughingstock of all Reystein City!"

A familiar voice broke the silence. [Host 00730, a new world mission is now available. Would you like to accept?] Its tone was as mechanical as ever, yet somehow comforting. [As compensation for your previous experience, additional benefits have been secured.] So that was where it had been. I looked at the long list displayed in front of me, and the heaviness from the dream eased. [Human nature holds both good and bad. Don't lose hope.] The system's interface flickered softly, as if hinting at something more.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Fighting through the pain, I reached deep within me. I dug past the pain I felt, past the pain of Riven’s rejection, past the always present ache of being shunned by the pack. I dug deep within me till I could feel the heat bubbling inside me at my finger tips and then… I let it go. Flames burst out from every pore in my body, setting everything and everyone around me on fire. Screams filled the air as well as the sharp stench of burning flesh. The fire licked my skin, like we were kindred spirits. It was warm but it didn’t hurt me, so all I could do was watch in horror as the flames climbed higher and higher.

"You think the person on that stretcher was someone from my pack who snuck in. None of you believe what I'm saying. Fine. Bring in the elders. Let them examine the body." I paused before adding, "Then review every security recording in this estate." Vanessa's face went deathly pale. She grabbed Declan's sleeve in a panic. "Alpha, this is your engagement banquet. It's been planned for ages. If the elders find out and start questioning your leadership in front of everyone…" She bit her lip, then continued urgently. "Ms. Hawthorne is doing this on purpose. She wants to blow this up until nobody can contain it. "Then she'll casually say it was all a misunderstanding, and everything will be forgi