Novel & Cerita If We Burn You Burn With Us Quote

Let them gather their smiles like fools gathering kindling. ‎ ‎Because when it burns— ‎ ‎It’ll be glorious.

"No, Fola, you're....." "No interruptions please!" She stated in plain and stoic tone and that shut my flare up immediately. "She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally.

LUCIAN Burn the bridges. It was a phrase I’d forever carry with me so long as I still had fire burning through my veins. The first howl shattered the night like a blade through glass. It rose from the front lines, raw, furious and unrestrained. It was answered immediately by dozens more.

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

We weren’t just fighting Nolan anymore. We were fighting every ghost we tried to leave behind. And this time? We’d burn it all down together. Together forever that's the real deal we gat to do this together.

Our voices rose together, echoing through the burning village. We would protect them. We would fight for them. We would never fall.

DUAA "Then let the world burn, baby. Because on your birthday, you won't just wear the crown. You'll own the fire." His words echoed against the shell of my ear like a curse—dark, destructive, and terrifyingly inevitable. I froze in place, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and lips. His arms wrapped around me from behind, a slow drag of possessive fingers crawling up my waist as if he was claiming every inch of me with just a touch.

And the things I was willing to do to make that happen? They might ruin us both—and I’d burn happily for it.

And as the sun lifted, touching every scarred surface with light, Jessica whispered the queit truth that had carried her through everything: "We were the fire once.... but now, we're the builders of dawn".

“Do you think he can bear your fire without burning?” Nora’s fire surged at the insult, searing my skin, but I caught it, redirected it, flung it back into the Sigil burning in my palm. “I don’t have to bear it,” I snarled, my own voice warped with flame. “I welcome it.”