Burning Bed Book Novels & Stories

The book was warm against my hand, as if it were growing hot or getting cold. But then, my eyes widened in shock as I recognised it. I gasped and dropped it to the ground. “This—it was only a dream. It was—” But it wasn’t. It was here. Heavy and solid, as real as the floor beneath my feet. The book from my dream. The burning book in my hand that the cloaked person wanted to get from me. Alexander’s growl deepened. He dragged himself upright, but he didn’t move closer. His eyes burned holes into me, into the book. “Where the hell did you get that? Why were you holding it in your sleep? Is this your freaking way of payback?”

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

“I couldn’t sleep… I was looking for a book.” With little choice, Sparkle walked into the room and took a quick look around. This room was gorgeous during the day, but at night, with flickering shadows floating around... it was purely amazing. Really, was there anything prettier than a firelight? When she shifted her gaze back to him, Sparkle realized the glow from the fire shining in his dark brown eyes was nearly hypnotic. Which was a silly thought to have, so she pushed it away fast. “Would you mind terribly if I borrow one of your books? TV is just so boring and…”

This is what I'm used to, us reading in bed together with the lamps on, and the moon shining through the window. I feel myself getting tired, so I put the book down and close my eyes. ------------ The smell of smoke engulfs my nostrils, forcing me awake. I feel Asher's arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I push him off as I sit up, coughing up the smoke filling my lungs. My eyes are stinging as I look around the room. The tree outside the bedroom window appears to be on fire, and somehow the window was left open, so the sparks have lit the curtains on fire.

“Not if we bar it.” “So you’ll, what, set fire to the library with this guard and Maya inside? The guard will just pull her out one of the windows or the door to the hallway.” “Raleigh, the other guard who helps protect Maya, he talks in his sleep. I know this because I was there, listening to him garble nonsense while he slept in the library, and I doused every book in a magical, invisible, odorless fire accelerant.” That sounds promising. “So the library will go up in flames before they can get out?”

"We go after it." Bran's golden eyes darken with determination. "Together." The word settles between us. Together. That night, sleep refuses to come easily. I toss beneath the blankets, my mind returning to the same questions again and again. Who took the cookbook? Why burn the pages? What was the warning supposed to mean? I turn onto my side and close my eyes, trying to force myself to rest. Then— A sound. A faint thud comes from outside my door. My eyes snap open.

He started flipping the pages and his eyes scanned meticulously word by word. I was amazed with his reading speed and I leaned in to wait for his explanation. But then, his eyes grew visibly wide as his cheeks turned red. Once he reached the last page, he closed the book in silence. “So, what was it all about?” I asked. Then his hand glowed as I gasped, as he cast a small fire on his hand directly to the book as it was completely being burned. It only took a second before the book was burned into crisp. “W-What was that for?!”