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My hand closed around a small bound book on the table and I pulled it away from her and she screamed something I didn't understand and reached for me. Blaze was between us in an instant. "Burn it," Damon said to me. Directly. Clear. There was a flame on the table. A candle. I held the book over it and it caught fast, faster than it should have, like it wanted to burn. Lana made a sound that was not quite human when it went up. The three bundles were already burning. Colt had lit them the moment we got inside. The moment the book caught fully something in the air changed. I felt it physically. A pressure I hadn't realized was there released all at once and I took a breath that felt like the f

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

I was so lost that I had no idea I had struck the lighter closer to the tip of the pillow. I gasped at the fire that grew on the pillow, stood to my feet sharply and tossed it onto the bed. "Oh my God!" I shrieked as the bed sheets caught on fire as well. "Help!" I ran to the door, banging hard as the smoke alarm gave off a loud siren. Follow my ig: @faithodulesi and fb @authorfaithodulesi to interact with me :)

The shelves held the exact books and as I flipped over it was still written in that language I couldn’t understand. With shivering hands I shut the book and kept it back, I had to find a doorway as soon as possible because if this place was real that meant the fire monster was also real. Something shiny caught my eyes from the shelf, when I pick it up I realized it was the same book the fire monster had entrusted into my hands. But the strangest of it all were the burnt marks that were on the edges of the book, exactly where its fingers had been. The fire monster was definitely real and that frightened me more than anything. I flipped through the pages but just like before I couldn’t read it

I enter the library. The smell of old books and woods calm my raging nerves and I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding. My body still feels itchy, my fingers continue to itch my wrist aggressively. There's light in the library but darkness is all I see. It hurts. The itching won't stop. I want to cry. Can I cry? The door swings open but I'm too engrossed in my itching that I don't bother to look up. "Jewel"

They finally got settled packed their stuffs inside and rested. The faint sun set and the cloudy sky turned dark like it was beaconed to do so. The ground was so cold like rainfall dropped, but that was due to the nature of the site. In their different tents, they were seen discussing and chatting over topics of their different choices. In the boy's tent, Ekaris brought up the topic, trust him, it had to do with Enola. At some point, Clinton was wondering what obsession he has with the girl. He obviously knew there was some act of jealousy on the side of Ekaris. He kept the thought to himself. He didn't say much, he did more of listening as Ekaris was busy pouring out his disgusting and self

I thought as my head turned to a small window in the room. I saw smoke. I ran towards it, and there I saw the book being burned in a small fire. I quickly ran outside, but it was too late when I got there. Fire consumed the entire book. Madison had burned the book. I cried. How will I ever learn about my pack and my mom anymore?

The crackling flames roared like a beast come to life, a wild storm born not of nature but of malicious intent. I leaped into action, trying to put out the fire. I gripped the thick curtain lying on the floor and started hitting the source of the fire with it. My mind raced with possibilities - who would do such a thing? Anger coursed through me, mingling with fear for the secrets now being reduced to ashes. I rushed forward, feeling the heat singe my skin as I desperately searched for any documents that might survive the blaze. The room was an inferno, embers swirling around me like malevolent spirits, and I could hardly breathe.

We all surrounded the burning fire, silence creeping into the atmosphere hanging above our heads. "I will definitely miss the real world and being alive." I voice out staring at the burning fire, my eyesight a little bit cloudy. "Yeah. I definitely will." Daniel echoes after me. I breathe in and out then threw the book into the fire. Sounds of someone clapping cut through the solemn silence that was upon us. I looked around in horror searching for the hands that produced the clap. "Did y'all really think I would just vaporize into non existent once the book is burnt??" A horror-ish laughter followed the question revealing the hands responsible for the clap, The evil one.

“The fire was strange. Unnatural. Like the one you described… the one from when you lost your baby.” The word lost made my chest clench. I gripped the edge of a table so hard a paint jar rolled. It was happening again. Fire. Witch fire. Someone was tying threads together—threads I didn’t have time to unravel. “I need to see it,” I said. “Laila… you’re running out of time.” His eyes lowered to my cheek. “Your face—” “I know!” My voice cracked. “I know, Alex. But I have to drop the book before it consumes me. If I don’t… I die.”