Los Angeles Library Fire Novels & Stories

"If I die, the library burns. Every world, every person, every memory... it all goes dark. Is that what you want? To be the one who ends everything?" "If the world is a prison you built to watch us suffer, then let it burn!" I screamed. I lunged across the desk. I didn't go for his throat. I went for the ledger. I grabbed the book and ripped the pages out. "No!" the man shrieked. As the pages tore, the library began to shake. The books on the shelves started to scream. Outside the windows, I saw the city flickering. The white emptiness was being replaced by a swirling storm of colors.

I see Fernandez, Catherine, a small child in his arms and behind them… Me!!! I was younger, Standing in the shadow inside a library that looked exactly like the one burning beneath us now. My hand near my holster. I froze. The fire roared around me, but for a moment, all I could see was that image. She had it in her hand, She had seen it, She knew… The truth I buried twenty years ago was no longer buried. A loud crack split the air above me, I looked up just as a massive beam groaned and shifted, flames eating through its center.

LILITH’S POV We take a small detour to the new library, which, according to Kain, has just been finally put in place. The books were luckily saved by the fire apparently. The number of staff dedicated in keeping the knowledge and history alive evacuated everything as soon as the explosions started. Misplaced priorities there, but profitable for me in the end. We enter into the large hall space with almost a hundred shelves of books with rich history and information, the jackpot on every possible thing I’d ever want to find is definitely here.

She whispers in my ear. Fear catapults through me as I watch her body glow and with a flick of her hand, I watch my home and sanctuary go up in flames. I’m watching history repeat itself, and this time I’m even more trapped than I was before. I scream inside, willing my body to move or do something, but I just stand there immobilised watching my home burn to the ground with my animai and friend trapped inside. I send a silent prayer to the Gods that the barrier I placed around the library holds and shields them from the fire.

It was more like a sigh that made him even more curious, that allowed him to ask even more questions that he feared that they wouldn’t be answered. There was only one place where he could possibly seek answers to his questions. He started walking again to the opposite direction of his house, feeling a strong feeling of urge. Sane’s heart was beating so fast when he saw the city’s main library from afar. The main library was where all of the newspaper clippings from different years were kept for archival purposes. It was the best place to know what truly happened when the house burnt down because he couldn’t trust what people would say as what they said were often altered from the truth.

It is still here. I closed the door behind, causing for the specks of dust to fly around. The library was empty and messy. Some old and leather-covered books were just piling up beside the shelves, and signs of dust are everywhere. The windows were not even cleaned and spider webs flaunt off by the corner. “What a tragic end you have,” I mumbled as I looked at the blackened wooden floor, ceiling, walls, seats, and tables that were almost set ablaze. Back then, thirteen years ago, everything was perfect, but then, everything was almost on fire.

“I think we’re standing in the ashes of something that hasn’t finished burning.” I smiled faintly. “You always did love fire.” She didn’t smile back. “You always underestimate how long it smolders.” There it was again — that flicker in her eyes. The same one she had before a war began. Only now, there was no war to fight. Just ghosts she couldn’t name. AMARA By noon, the heat had settled thick over the coast. I found myself in the old library, fingers tracing the spines of books that had survived fire and blood. The scent of old parchment and sea salt was grounding — real.

His expression was deadly serious. “Everyone out. Now.” The fire wasn’t huge yet. But it was spreading. Fast. Much too fast. My chest tightened. This wasn’t an accident. I knew it immediately. Someone had done this. Someone wanted something destroyed. Or someone wanted us scared. Outside, emergency vehicles arrived. Red and blue lights flashed everywhere. People gathered across the street. Watching. Whispering. Recording videos. The entire bookstore glowed behind us. Firefighters rushed inside. Smoke poured from broken windows.

I knew not what fuelled his jealousy and unnecessary hate, but I focused on it that day and it was the fuel for what I did that day. "Oh no, oh no, fire!” I heard after I had turned to settle with another book. There's a whole library of them and Lucas will never stop me from doing what makes me happy. "Look at him!” “Oh dear, poor guy!” “He was just standing there, and then... BAM! His pants caught on fire!” Others in the library uttered as they stared at the direction the shout was coming from. I turned too, Lucas was on fire. I could swear I had nothing to do with it till I remembered the poem I had just read aloud and the state I was in when I did.

Captain exhaled "they won't be the same in power and technology, the "Devils of the red Moon" will be even deadlier than before" he clenched his fists "we have to be prepared or else humankind will fall into the hands of those devilish bastards and we won't let that happen at any cost". Suzan looked lost all of a sudden, "Promise me... Suzan...promise me...." the last words of Lucas were echoing in her mind. "I wanna resign from my duties as a member of the 'Angels of the burning Sun' "