Burning Series Novels & Stories

Slowly the flames turn from emerald, green to orange as Sister Jasper walks closer to where the witches are tied. “You have committed crimes against the supernatural community,” Sister Jasper says loudly with Erebus standing at her side. “The crimes that you have committed are punishable by death.” Without another word Sister Jasper hands her torch to Erebus who lights the bundles of wood at the bottom of each stake. At first there is nothing, just the sound of the High Witch continuing to laugh. But as the flames rise higher the screaming begins. The smell of burning flesh fills the air as the screams of those being burned pierce the night. I try to watch with indifference as those in

But even that reminder doesn’t stop my mind from flashing images of him behind my closed eyelids. The roots that are inked all over his groin, stems growing over his stomach, until they bloom into different colored flowers on his chest that I’ve felt his heart racing in. Black and white snakes, their bodies tangling down one thigh while a night sky, with a blood red moon and black birds in flight play out on the other. His neck, that ink that’s been bitten between my teeth, with feathers spread on both sides, a colorful dragon breathing bright orange-reddish fire on the front, coming up till just under his chin. And his back, that my nails have sunken into, scratched, grabbed for mercy, cove

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

About doom and consequences and the world burning. Let it burn.

Chapter 17 Sarah's POV I slept on the common room couch with my pillow over my face. I woke up with a stiff neck and yesterday's anger still sitting hot in my chest. I stared at the ceiling for a moment then got up and went to shower.I got dressed and decided that today I was going to focus on exactly one thing. Professor Henry Parker. Not because I necessarily had a plan. More because thinking about him was better than thinking about Jeremiah and Rebecca . I had Professor Henry's class in the third period and I tried coming up with a smart plan but this plan had to be something he would never forget. Something that would get under his skin and stay there whether he wanted it to or not.

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

Ready to burn me from tip to toe. **********

IF MAGNUS WERE TO KNOW WE WOULD ALL BURN, LIKE BESS AND MARGARET. PROFFESSOR MOORE: DID YOU WATCH BESS AND MARGARET BURN? SUBJECT 11: YES. WE ALL SAW THEM BURN. . . . WE HEARD THEM SCREAM AND WE SAW THE FLAMES CONSUME THEM WHILE THEIR CHILDREN CRIED. . . . . DEAR GOD. . . . . OUR SISTERS BURNED WHILE THE MONSTER LAUGHED! HE IS EVIL. . . . . EVIL. . . . . !

But even with that, warriors patrolled, in case of emergency and any strange movement especially because of the mysterious killer. They won't be caught unaware. As he continued his walk, he got to the place where several young pack members– few of which are his friends, gathered round a burning fire, drink wine and munching on late night snacks. He smiled and was heading towards them, when someone threw wood into the fire. Beta Thorne froze mid-step when a bright glow flared ahead. The fire engulfed the wood almost too quickly, flaring up for about five seconds. He froze, his breath hitched as the burning wood crackled, the flames licking the night sky. For a moment, the present vanished– re

His burned hand stretched out, trembling with rage and desperation. The fire roared in defiance. It surged upward, a column of blood-red light, blasting the air around him. Sparks struck his skin, blistering his arm. He screamed, stumbling back, his body nearly consumed. The pack recoiled. Some shouted in horror, others in awe. The scent of burnt flesh and blood filled the chamber. But through the chaos, the fire did not relent. It leaned farther, stretching, bending—until its searing glow licked dangerously close to me.