Burning Of The Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He stared down at it, then at me, shock flickering across his features before the fight dragged his focus back to the next threat. “NEW FUNCTION DETECTED,” the librarian snarled, voice crackling. “CORRUPTED AUTHOR. ILLEGAL EDIT.” A volley of books arced toward us. I didn’t have time to parse titles. Burn, I thought, flinging the idea like a shield. Flame licked the edges of a chunk of them mid‑flight.

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.

“Maybe… maybe not. Totally up to you all.” I stood up and picked up the document sleeve. I walked to the study fireplace, which had a low fire going because the morning was cold, and I held the sleeve over it for a moment. Nobody stopped me. Nobody spoke. I put it in. The bound record caught slowly at first, the old pages resisting, and then the binding gave way and the whole thing went in a clean sustained burn that lasted about forty seconds. The handwriting, the working, the theory and execution of thirty years of Seraphine's obsession, reduced to ash in the fireplace of the house it had been aimed at destroying.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

Raven took one, struck it, and stared at the flame. It felt symbolic. It felt final. She touched the flame to the ledger, and it curled inward immediately. Fire licked up the edge of the page, consuming names and numbers and signatures. Jaxon stood beside her, watching the fire devour the past. "One page won’t save us," he said. "But it’s a start." Raven nodded. "We’ll build the rest together." The flames crackled louder. The smoke rose, curling in the air like the last of their denials. They said nothing more as the book burned, and the room filled with the scent of scorched truth.

“Renata, the books weren’t burnt. The victors burnt the copy of those books. The original ones are hidden somewhere else.” To be continued . . .

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.

At the bottom, the old archives opened around me. Or what remained of them. Shelves leaned at impossible angles. Entire sections had disappeared beneath fallen stone. Books covered the floor, their leather bindings warped and split. Some had burned almost completely. Others had survived the flames only to be destroyed by water. I lifted the lantern higher. This was going to take forever. I started anyway. The first book nearly crumbled in my hands. The second had nothing readable left. The third was trade records. I kept going. My fingers blackened with dust and soot as I moved deeper into the ruins.

After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess"

Inside: a scroll, burnt at the edges, stamped with a crimson crown. He handed it to a man in white gloves. "The prophecy has moved." The man nodded. "Then the Book of Blood becomes gospel." He turned. Disappeared into the torchlight. And behind him, the altar bled. ~~~~~~~~~~ EXPANSION — LATER THAT NIGHT Zurich burned. Not literally—but through channels, whispers, and vaults of digital fire. Within hours of Luciana’s execution, four syndicates cut ties with each other. Trust dissolved like acid on contact.