Ignited Book Novels & Stories

He looks at me and asks, “So, Mr. Morgan… do you have your homework assignment?” I smile. “I do.” “Good. Before you tell me what you wrote, how did you feel while writing it?” I let out a long sigh and look down at the folded pages in my hand. “It felt like… like I was in a house fire stuck behind a wall of smoke. Behind some kind of smoke screen. And the more I wrote, the more the smoke started to clear. I started seeing the way I was treating Carmen. Like everything just got clearer. If that makes sense.”

With a sudden, jarring jolt, she found herself awake, gasping for breath, her heart racing wildly within her chest. The room was heavy with the pungent scent of ash, a thick fog of smoke lingering in the air, wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud. Her gaze was drawn to the Book lying wide open on the wooden floor next to her bed, its aged pages fluttering as if stirred by an unseen wind. The pendant that had once been a mere trinket now blazed with a fierce glow, radiating warmth and an unfamiliar power. As she leaned closer, a word—burned into the very fabric of the parchment—caught her eye, not inscribed with ink or blood, but scorched as if marked by a divine hand:

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

“Adding that much self-igniting fuel into Tyson’s bodywash to see how well it lit on fire wasn’t a tiny miscalculation. We had to rebuild half of the first floor and part of the second.” All of us turned to Ziyah because we could not believe that she would do something like that. First off, why did they make self-igniting fuel in the first place? That just screamed a disaster of extinction-level event type of bad idea. Secondly, she used it to light someone on fire. “Like it would’ve hurt him,” she deadpanned. “Demons are immune to most types of fire unless it’s mixed with certain types of magic and Moon Fire of course,” she said for Elle’s benefit.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

I demanded as I pointed at it angrily. “Alpha, this is the only thing we could find that holds information about an Almega.” Almega, according to the book, is what an offspring of an Alpha and an Omega is called. “It’s a forbidden book and all copies of this was burned many years ago. This is the only book that was left, it took us years to learn about this book’s existence and to even have a copy of it,” Alek explained as he carefully fixed the book together. “That book!” I growled. “That book is filled with lies, no wonder why they wanted to burn it!”

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

said Jette. “Peace?” asked Brent. Jette accepted the apology and they shook hands. *** When Jette arrived home, she immediately examined if the comb has hair strands. It has!!! She inserted those hairs on the pages of the book, and a flame starts from the bottom, until the midway, and the book was burned half. She’s so happy!!! She immediately called Crisanta. “Miss, I have burned the book on its halfway,” said Jette. “Nice. The second rule can be found on the burned part,” Crisanta said.

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.