I'll Let The World Burn Novels & Stories

Wear me, or let the world burn. The pressure in the air solidified. The hunger had a name. I held the shard up to the moon. And the decision I made would either save us all… …or bury us in the dark.

“He… said he could give me freedom. From you. From everything. That if I chose him… he’d burn the world for me.” Lucien’s hand fell to the bed beside her shoulder, fingers curling into the silk. The room’s warmth seemed to contract as his amber gaze darkened. “Burn the world,” he repeated slowly, teeth grinding. “He thinks he can tempt you with fire. He doesn’t understand that you belong in my arms, Zaria. That the only fire you’ll ever need is me.”

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

Just once. “Let the world burn.”

He stood frozen to the spot, looking as pale as a sheet. "So." I took a deep breath and looked squarely into his eyes. "We'll have to end things here." I turned around and walked into the crowd without looking back. Behind me, David began crying loudly, sounding devastated. "Mom! Mom!" My heart jolted violently, but I did not stop walking. There were some things that could not be compensated for. There were some cracks that could never be mended. I had just learned how to love myself. Later, I found out that Shane had moved to Bretia with David.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

Something permanent. And if that meant walking through fire? Then let the world burn. I wasn’t losing my son to silence again. Not this time.

"Next time, boy, we do not fall. Next time, we burn the world." Damon’s eyes flared faint red. He was ready to burn the world down for her, no matter who got in the way.

Demon says. And for the first time in days, I fall asleep between them… without fear. Because if the world burns, we’re going to burn together. And I swear on everything I have left—no one is going to tear us apart.

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.