I'll Let The World Burn Mga Nobela at Kwento

But the world was already unraveling. ⸻ I pressed my hand to the glass, breath fogging the window. “Ten days to midnight,” I whispered. “Then the world burns again.” And this time… I’d be ready

“I try.” She leaned forward. “Riley—” “I’m not saying I’m going back,” I snapped. “I’m not saying I’m crawling into his palace and begging him to remember he has a soul.” Lumi’s face tightened. “But?” she asked. I stared at my hands. Then at my belly. Then into the trees, where the forest still held the place he’d stood between the trunks. “I’m saying,” I whispered, “if he’s going to burn the world down… then I want to know what he’s burning it down for.”

My dress slid dangerously high as he rolled his hips into mine, the friction sending fire licking through my veins. My fingers curled into his shoulders, barely holding on as he spun me, dipped me, and pulled me back with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. Oh my God. I was drowning. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew people were watching. I knew the room still existed. But it felt unreal now. The only thing that felt real was him. Then, the chorus hit. "I'd let the world burn Let the world burn for you This is how it always had to end

“But I need to give my family an answer, and I need to shut up the fools who are running their mouths.” “Don’t worry, Don. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time,” I said, rising to my feet. I walked to the window and stared out at the glittering sea, my eyes turning to ice. “If he wants to play, I’ll play. I’m going to hand him the shovel and let him dig his own grave.” I didn’t make a move. I let the rumors fester in the underworld for two full days. The gossip spread like wildfire. Countless people were calling me a “backstabbing traitor.” What was left of the Corleone crew was screaming for my head.

You burned my house tonight. I will burn the world tomorrow. And when there is nothing left but ash and me, you will crawl to me on broken knees, press your lips to my feet, and beg me to let you breathe. I will say yes. Because you are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. Even your hate is mine. Especially your hate. I am going to fuck you with it until you forget every name but mine. Until the only word you remember how to scream is please.

The girl I once threw into darkness was marching back toward me crowned in silver war. Good. Let her come. Let the Lycans come with her. Let the kingdoms tear themselves apart trying to survive what was coming. Because if the world was going to burn— then I would burn beautifully with it.

It would be in flames. And when the world burned, she would be the one holding the match

‎Not rage. ‎Something colder. ‎Something that whispered: ‎If I burn the world to keep her safe, ‎then let it burn. ‎Because I was done playing by anyone else’s rules. ‎Even my father’s. ‎Even God’s. ‎The war had started the moment they put hands on her. ‎And I intended to finish it. ‎One corpse at a time.

"Somebody, please help!" But the street remained eerily silent, save for the distant hum of traffic. The world around me felt surreal, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. My trembling hands reached for her pulse, but I already knew. The light in her eyes was gone. A sob tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I looked back at Noah, silently pleading for him to move, to react, to feel. But he didn’t. He just stood there, as cold and detached as ever.

Because if this was the war between shadows and flame, then I would burn the truth into every room he tried to darken and I would do it without a crown. Let the world watch. Let Mikhail listen. Let the fire speak for itself.