Burning Hearts Book Novels & Stories

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

With a sudden, jarring jolt, she found herself awake, gasping for breath, her heart racing wildly within her chest. The room was heavy with the pungent scent of ash, a thick fog of smoke lingering in the air, wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud. Her gaze was drawn to the Book lying wide open on the wooden floor next to her bed, its aged pages fluttering as if stirred by an unseen wind. The pendant that had once been a mere trinket now blazed with a fierce glow, radiating warmth and an unfamiliar power. As she leaned closer, a word—burned into the very fabric of the parchment—caught her eye, not inscribed with ink or blood, but scorched as if marked by a divine hand:

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

"Well, someone looks gloomy. Did he complain about you? Of course he did. If a hot girl like me couldn't win him over, a girl with a deadpan face like you could never. "Don't come crying to me when you get your heart broken, Katherine. I'll be busy being in love with my husband. I won't have time for you." Then, I saw the hot models passing behind them, and I sneered. Guess someone learned her lesson. The old her would've gotten into a war with Jonathan if she saw him messing around with other women right in front of her. "Sisterly reminder, Joan. Make sure you get checked after orgies. Crying won't cure STDs." Then I held Gilbert's arm and smiled at Joan. "And we're getting along swimmingly

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

The sparks and heat coming from their clasped hands made him shut everything around to oblivion. This is it! This was the answer to his confusion! He just needed to accept it with open arms and enjoy it! Let go of everything and held up what he needed to grasp in his palm. Take everything he needed and let go of the irrelevant ones. He wanted to hold him too and even if he wasn’t the one he was looking for, to hell with it! This was the warmth he was yearning for almost the entirety of his life. ‘Go! Go! Go! Axel... you should be happy!’ His heart kept on hammering inside his chest absorbing the peculiar flames of affection running to every nerve of his body.

“I mean girls usually pick men like their daddies, right?” “I see.” I want to tell her I’ll be different, to promise to be available, but of course, I can’t. I have nothing to offer Jasmine Gray. Not even my heart which wasn’t much worth having, to begin with. No, I left my heart back in Kentucky the day I enlisted and became one of the government’s human weapons. Except it turns out I’m not human. I guess the joke was on them, huh? I pull the steaks and corn off the grill. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” “Starved,” she says. Good. Because my monster is dying to feed you. Whatever the fuck that’s about.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

I pulled my head up again trying to ignore the sad emotions creeping inside me but the annoying feeling of sadness and yearning keeps growing and growing as I listen to him sing. “The flame I keep inside burns through rainy nights Even though I tried to put it out so many times Good books on the table so I can get some advice I can’t rest my heavy head, ‘cause I’m still lost in your eyes I’d give up all the days I got left on this heart Because without you, I don’t know what they’re worth”

Division 24 The man looked confused. "The deaths? It has been peaceful in this area." Beatrice frowned. "How so." She mumbled to see a figure leave the church through the other door close to a burner. "Ha! Something is burning." She said, and the father turned to have his eyes widened. They both walked to the pulpit of the church and behold a book was on the burner while the fiery fire burned. Father Jude had gone to bring water to quench the fire and when the fire that had been burning was quenched, Beatrice squinted her eyes to see that three of the books in the burner had burnt to ashes but one had not burned..not a single scratch on its body.