Ignited Book Novels & Stories

"This is not good." Jacquard felt something clutch in his chest. He tried to confirm what he saw one more time. It was a little different from the earlier vids. This time the Slizzard dumped some kind of chemical on chemical on the book and ignited it. The entire book was consumed in seconds. It could have been a fake, too. But in retrospect, the fire in this vid looked much more convincing than had in the other ones. Jacquard replayed it twice. There was an odd hitch in the vid, a sort of stutter in the image of the book ignited.

As I watched the flames flicker, I felt a strange calm wash over me. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sandra rushed in, wide-eyed with shock. Ignoring the searing heat, she lunged forward and snatched the burning photos with her bare hands. She beat at them frantically to smother the flames. Anxious, she demanded, "Why are you burning these things?" Sandra finally managed to put out the flames, but her hands were blistered from the heat. Her eyes filled with tears as she glared at me. "Fred, do you remember what these things meant to us? How could you burn them? I sent them to you because I thought…"

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

I was alone in my suffering as I had always been. Silently I struggled, allowing whatever magic or power that strange infernal liquid had to fully run its course. To burn me, inside out! I gave myself entirely to the fire and the heat overcame my senses and when the only thing I felt was pain, I blacked out. The next time I woke, it had been to banging of my cell door, it was time. They'd come to take me!

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

She really wanted a solution to this, and if she could get her proof, she could have the case reopened and get her job back. “Just out of curiosity, did you ever find the second victim?” China asked and Zina shook her head negatively. “The building got burnt to the ground. There is no way she would have survived it unless...” Zina trailed off as a realization dawned on her. “Unless she started the fire.” China completed Zina's sentence, an evil grin on her face. “That has to be it. If that's truly the case then...”

"But what really happened here? Why is a book burnt?. I wrote quickly, my hand still trembling. I don't know. I touched one book and it started to burn. I dropped it. It was a weak lie, but it was all I had in that moment of panic. Suddenly, Noah's eyes caught something. He grabbed my hand roughly, turning it over. "You're burned." He was right. My hand was red and blistered from where I had held the burning book. I had been so terrified by what I'd read and by the fire that I hadn't even felt the pain.

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.