Burning Of The Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

WREN'S POV I sprinted immediately the class was over, stumbling between equally impatient students. I ran into the safest place I could find. The library. Going deeper into the back, I found myself slouched on a dusty bookshelf. My legs still trembled from class. My thighs still clenched involuntarily every time I replayed Kai’s voice in my head. The way he whispered, the heat behind his gaze, the cocky smirk that made my stomach flip inside out. I needed to breathe.

Scroll cases of ivory and ebony lined the upper shelves, while below, leather-bound tomes stood sentinel in perfect rows, their gilded spines catching the dim light. The destruction was methodical. Not the work of a thief in haste, but someone searching for something specific. Books had been torn from their places, their pages splayed open like wounded birds. Ancient codices lay spine-broken on the floor, their delicate vellum pages crumpled underfoot. A first edition of Meridian's Bestiary, one of only three known copies, lay in the fireplace, its charred edges still smoking faintly.

He struck a match, and the flames leaped, consuming the pages, the highlighted words, the very essence of her former intellectual life. Amara watched the fire, a hollow ache in her chest. It wasn't just a book. It was a symbol. A message from Dante. He wasn’t just taking her freedom; he was taking her mind, her spirit, her very identity. He was burning away her past, isolating her from every source of strength she had once possessed.

The fire was our shared symbol of destruction, of passion, and of rebirth. I walked to his side, placing my hand on his arm. This was our ceremony. Damian ignited the lighter. The flame, small and bright, was the only movement in the intensely still room. He touched the flame to the corner of the aged, dry paper. The will caught instantly, the thick vellum curling and blackening. The smell of burning leather and old paper was acrid, filling the small room. Damian held the will until the flames had consumed the central pages, ensuring the Voidance Clause was utterly destroyed. He dropped the blazing remnants into the thermal disposal chute.

POV: Zara Moon The old book burst into flames in my hands. I screamed and dropped it, watching ages of magical knowledge turn to ash on the library floor. The smell of burned paper filled the air as I hurriedly tried to stamp out the fire. "What did you do?" Celeste rushed over, her face frightened. "That was the only copy of the Shadowmere Chronicles!" "I don't know!" I was close to tears. "I was just reading about blue fire magic, and suddenly it just—"

And once we were done, and I pulled her into my arms as I waited for her to rest so I could go for another round, I felt my father nudging my mindlink. ‘Rowan…’ I groaned internally. I didn’t want anyone to disturb my time with my mate, but since he was mindlinking me just after we had our talk, I figured it could be something serious. So I answered, ‘Yes, Dad.’ ‘I had called my friends to check for that book like we discussed, and they just got back to me,’ he said. ‘Well, the same part of the book was also burnt in each book. And I’m guessing it’s the same with the books in other packs.’

She wrote: "My loving Papa, I have safely arrived, and Rome is big and exciting! The buildings of the Roman Forum and the Imperial Palace are vast. Uncle Titus let me visit his library the first day I arrived. I was so happy to view all the great works of the Ancient Greek poets and philosophers. Of course, he has the writings of the Roman men throughout the century. The orations of Cicero, the sagas of Ovid, and so many others that I cannot remember all their names! I was given a tutor, a man, but he's not like my Jessa. Please convey how much I miss her, and I search for her litter every day! I'm not sad in Rome, Papa. I miss you and Jessa immensely, and Rome is incomplete with you both! B

While Proserpina can only stare, stunned into bewildered silence–but there was a part of her that was completely horrified–as the goddess of wisdom simply brings the fire to meet the open book because, for real, what the hell is she doing? The cover, for some reason, as if defiant, as if spiteful, refuses to burn, refuses to be destroyed even at the face of Athena’s power, only scorched at best from the edge… but the yellowed pages inside blacken so easily, large pieces of them were quickly turning into crumbled dusts and ashes to the floor, already being carried off by a sudden wind and something like a whimper almost escaped the younger goddess’ lips at the sight… The goddess of shadows bi

"If I die, the library burns. Every world, every person, every memory... it all goes dark. Is that what you want? To be the one who ends everything?" "If the world is a prison you built to watch us suffer, then let it burn!" I screamed. I lunged across the desk. I didn't go for his throat. I went for the ledger. I grabbed the book and ripped the pages out. "No!" the man shrieked. As the pages tore, the library began to shake. The books on the shelves started to scream. Outside the windows, I saw the city flickering. The white emptiness was being replaced by a swirling storm of colors.

Nothing from that era of time had made it alive to this time but some enchanting books that were kept hidden, people would teach their little children at a tender age the arts of magic, the children would grow to form a group named the Fiathful whose life they would provide for the sole purpose of coping the wods of the books in lettres then burying them under the ground so they wouldn't be found by the kings' men. Religious practice involving magic and affinity with nature, usually within a pagan tradition had been banned and the children of good, or the faithful, were believed to be vulnerable to the fire of jealousy the kings' med would set on their bodies, burning them alive. However as