Ed Burns Books Novels & Stories

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

My voice comes out quiet, pained. His face is pale with shock and fright, his gaze fixated on my burns "Please, baby let me take care of your burns" his voice is strained with desperation, the need to want to remove my pain coming off in waves, the urge to cradle me in his arms so visible he looked to be shaking with it. I sway my hand, pulling my hands away from his reach "No. Why did you burn the b-book?" I wince, looking down at my peeling skin.

I jumped in his path and did everything I could to prevent him from continuing, saying "No, please. I beg you. It would be a terrible mistake to burn the books. Please.” He hissed at me like an animal and asked, "why should I not?" I pleaded with him once more, but he ignored me and went ahead and set fire to the paper. He threw them on my bookshelves, where then burned them. When I saw those lovely books engulfed in flames in front of me, my heart broke into a million pieces.

Jenny sat by way of the massive window in her room, watching the locked gates of the mansion. The golden lights of the chandelier reflected off the polished marble ground, making the vicinity feel even greater like a palace. But no matter how beautiful it was, it turned into nonetheless a prison. She had back, however not with the aid of desire. Noah had compelled her to return to his global, using her fear in opposition to her. She wrapped her palms around herself, feeling the load of the entirety crushing her. Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry. Crying could not change anything. She needed to suppose. She wished a way out.

Every trade secret Malcolm had collected, every piece of leverage David had inherited, and every reason Adrian had fought to return burns down to nothing. Eli reaches out and slides his fingers into Lucia’s hand. She tightens her grip, watching the fire eat through the middle section of the book where her mother’s maiden name was once written. “Every route,” she says quietly, mostly to herself. “Every secret. Gone.” “For good,” David confirms. They stand there together until the fire has fully consumed it, until there’s nothing left but ash settling into the hearth, and something in the air shifts once it’s done, lighter than it’s been in longer than Elias can properly measure. No one speaks

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

The flames lash toward Selena’s mangled body, wrapping around her like snakes, twisting and tightening, burning brighter with every passing second. Her body starts to burn. The dark, twisted glow that surrounded her begins to fade, eaten up by the flames. The fire eats away at her, hissing as it consumes her flesh. Her skin blackens and cracks like dry wood, breaking apart in the fire’s wake. Her bones shift and splinter, disintegrating under the heat.

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.

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.

“Vampire, doll face ,bang ,aww ,witch ,attack ,fire , burning, shadow wolf ,more aww , witch tears, vampire wolf ,more ouch ,book ,run ,” I tried narrating the short summary of what I could make sense of from our experience but Freya did not seem to get what I was trying to explain and neither did I. “Ummm ok then, we can talk about this later. Let’s just get out of here,” The traumatized burn victim we saved earlier suddenly turned around and her eyes zeroed in on the book in my hand. For a moment I thought maybe what I was seeing in her eyes was recognition and a trauma response from everything she went through in the bus.