Ignited Book Novels & Stories

Present Day I’m in desperate need of a fucking cup of coffee! It's only ten o clock on a Friday morning and I have no clue how I'm gonna make it all the way to three in the afternoon. I watch as student after student approach the front of my classroom. I try my hardest to concentrate on what they are saying as they each give their thoughts on the book we have just finished reading. Many of the students end their presentation with the phrase stay golden pony boy. I am so glad that they enjoyed the book. Of course they did, a story about a gang of poor orphaned misfits fighting with the well-off rich boys from the other side of the tracks, it was a no brainer. I’m so glad that this book is par

“And acting skittish about it?” Letting out an irritated grunt, she explains. “Let's just say years ago the council grew scared the book could mistakenly get out to humans if discovered, so it was banned from society and burnt to ashes. Or at least, the copy of the book was burnt. A long time ago-” She hesitates, staring at me for a brief second, before continuing. “An ancestor of mine wrote this book and no one has any idea I have the only original with me. If anyone finds out I have this in my possession my entire family would be punished and I can’t let that happen, they’re already facing enough being defects.”

“How do you know my name?” “Because it’s right there.” Lyria looked. The L vanished. Then Y. Her face went white. “No.” Emmy reached. “Give it to me.” This time she did. The moment Emmy touched the book, the black fire leaped onto her hand. Pain tore through her. She screamed. “Emmy!” Ignisvath lunged. “Don’t touch me!” He stopped. The fire climbed Emmy’s arm. Names entered her. Not words. Lives.

"You’ve spent the last three days telling me how small we are. How the Silver Moon is a titan. Why the sudden shift in strategy?" Vane leaned in close, his face illuminated by the dying embers of the hearth. "Because I don't want to die as a deserter, Aiden. I want to die as the man who burned the books that ruined my life. And you… you’re the only match capable of lighting the flame." Ignis rose, stumbling slightly before finding his balance. He looked at Aiden with a mixture of fear and newfound awe. "I’m ready, Aiden. Whatever it takes."

She yelled again her voice getting nearer. "On it still!" I chuckled lowly. I looked on her bedside table, there was a watch and it read 11:34 a.m. I was left with forty three pages out of one thousand and ninety six pages before I was done with that book. I had to finish it before going down for my breakfast/lunch. I heard voices outside the door and I thought to myself that she was talking with Maggie and so I cared less. The door to her room opened and I didn't bother to look up since I was way too absorbed into the book I was reading.

It's soft, lingering, and full of every tomorrow still ahead of us. My father’s blessing still warms my chest like a steady flame. The kingdom is steadier and more hopeful than it has been in years. And here, in the firelight, with the woman I love more than anything and the future we have already begun creating, I know without any doubt that we have found our real fairy tale. Not the flawless, polished version from childhood storybooks, but the honest, passionate, sometimes messy one that chose to step bravely out of the shadows and into the full, bright light of day.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

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But the woman I had become in the last forty-eight hours knew there was only one way to break a recursive loop. I grabbed the Red Ledger and threw it directly into the blue-white arc of the static discharge. "Jade, no!" Enzo yelled. The book hit the copper tubes. The leather ignited instantly, but it wasn't a normal fire. The static discharge surged through the brass corners of the book, creating a massive electromagnetic pulse that rippled through the room. The blue light turned into a blinding white flash. The world tilted. The sound of the wind, the shouting, and the clashing of blades were all swallowed by a roar of white noise. I felt the floor buckle beneath me as the first of the base