Let Me Burn Novels & Stories

The fire around us twisted and surged, reflecting the chaos inside me. “Moon Goddess,” I whispered, falling to my knees. “Please… help me. Help me burn him out.” The air shimmered. The fire turned white-hot, pure and blinding. The whisper of the Goddess filled my ears...not words, just warmth, like mercy itself brushing against my soul. Zac screamed, his form flickering. “You’ll destroy yourself with me!” I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. “Then so be it.” I reached into the flames and pressed my palms against my chest, right over my heart. Pain exploded through me. My entire body trembled as the fire spread under my skin, burning through every shadow he left behind.

Amerie growled and erected a wall of orange and yellow flame on either side of him, leaving only a small opening for her to step through. “I’m sick and tired of these lies. I don’t want to play these games anymore. I’m DONE!” The inferno surged around her and her forearms became engulfed in white flames. Embers swirled around her. She’d do it. She’d burn the world down to keep him from her friends. She’d burn the camp and force the Ancients out so she could face them. She’d light it all ablaze and let the flames take her, too. They’d taken enough as it was. Maybe it would burn through her pain and grant her sweet release from this hell.

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.

My eyes burned with an inferno, the beast inside me roaring with ferocious impatience, clawing to break free. Ally, I’m coming for you. I swear, if it means setting the entire world ablaze to track you down, then so be it. I’ll ignite everything in my path until I find you.” Each step forward was a vow, an unspoken promise to leave no stone unturned, no corner unexplored, until Ally was safe in my embrace once more.

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.

You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission! As I stared at the long string of zeros, I smiled and tapped on the airplane booking app. I was going to Smoke Bay of Snowland. It was a one-way trip, and I booked a first-class seat for myself. That piece of trash had promised me multiple times that we would watch the aurora together, but he never fulfilled his promise. I had plenty of time and money at present, so I was going to see it on my own. I stood up and pulled the curtains back.

I'm going to need it to get through tonight. Once the burning goes away, I open my eyes again. Bruno’s face is priceless. "You're driving." I say, holding back a cough. To be fair, it wasn't targeted. He is the only other one who can drive stick well enough to get us home after this place is struck with disaster tonight. It's about five minutes until Nara’s show. I had two more drinks that I only just started to feel. Stella took her to the back to get a better outfit.

Pack my burner, my badge, my Glock. If this is going to implode, I want to be front row. Because the whole thing’s cracking. And I just set the first match.

"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.

I know I'm playing with fire, but for some reason, something in me-something reckless, and aching-wants to see him aching, to see him burn. Fuck.