Mystery Burns Novels & Stories

As the music hit its peak, she jumped along, her enthusiasm infectious. The energy of the moment was undeniable, and I could not help but get caught up in the excitement. The sudden intensity hit me so hard that I felt my body react before I could think. I felt like I got my money's worth, being part of that unforgettable experience. She was the kind of beauty money could not buy. The scene turned raw and desperate, the air charged with something dangerous. The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me.

Casper inquired and I shook my head. “No, it will kill his focus. We need to allow him find the attacker first, or at least get some clues. That is the best way we can get revenge for this.” I said, gritting my teeth as I read aloud in my mind the two words that had been branded on Micheal’s chest. ‘Burnt all.’ The action word is in a past tense, and it made me wonder if another deed related to burning had been done already that I didn’t know about.

Jadene walked out and looked at the three big men, who were waiting for him outside the room with bated breath. "The strangulation marks on the body are not big injuries and will not leave scars, just ...... the burns on the back are a bit troublesome," Jaeden said. Richard was puzzled, "Burns? How can there be burns?" Aron thought of the time when there was a report that said, 'That three years ago, there was a huge fire in the Morris family, and Renea rushed into the fire and saved the old man of the Morris family without any regard. 'The burns scars on her back must have been at that time.' he thought.

When I opened my eyes, the beta was looking at me, brow furrowed, her nose sniffing. At her sniffing, I suddenly picked up the smell of burnt wool in the air. My eyes went to the sheet, and I went still, chills running down my spine. The place where my hand held the blanket was charred with ash. “Something is burning, Elite?” The beta stood up. “Yeah,” I answered rather too quickly, hoping that she didn’t notice it. “Get me some water first. Let me try to trace it.” “But it could be dangerous leaving you alone here—”

A fire is crackling there, fighting the damp chill of the sea air. I throw the box in. It lands on the logs. The white cardboard begins to brown. The tissue paper curls. Then the lace catches. It doesn't burn like normal fabric. It flares. Green and blue flames lick up the chimney. The smell of burning chemicals fills the room, sharp and acrid, choking out the smell of old books. Ciro coughs, covering his mouth with his arm. I don't move. I watch it burn. I watch the white turn to black ash.

she said in awe. Cara dropped the black ink and then focused her attention on the book. “It says here that the white fire is called the Mystical flames and that any protector who steps inside it without being worthy will be burnt by it.” “It searches for the one worthy enough to carry the powers it beholds. Many have tried thinking they were worthy but they have all failed and therefore killed.” “What happens when the mystical flames find the worthy one?” Amelia asked curiously. “No one knows as the worthy one has ever been found,” Cara answered. “Everyone that went into the fire died as if they weren’t worthy.”

orchestrated by my contacts deep within the port authority. A warehouse containing goods she had personally secured through a complex, multi-layered deal—a deal I knew bore the hallmark of her meticulous mind—was mysteriously engulfed in flames. The fire was contained, but the damage was done, a plume of black smoke rising over the city like a signal fire of my rage. The message was clear, crude, and unmistakable: I see you. And I can still touch you. I can still burn what you build.

Division 24 The man looked confused. "The deaths? It has been peaceful in this area." Beatrice frowned. "How so." She mumbled to see a figure leave the church through the other door close to a burner. "Ha! Something is burning." She said, and the father turned to have his eyes widened. They both walked to the pulpit of the church and behold a book was on the burner while the fiery fire burned. Father Jude had gone to bring water to quench the fire and when the fire that had been burning was quenched, Beatrice squinted her eyes to see that three of the books in the burner had burnt to ashes but one had not burned..not a single scratch on its body.

“It’s a locket, open it.” Jone did as told and the led clattered open to reveal the photograph. “Let me guess, you don’t know who she is?” Bernard shook his head. “Not a clue.” “This looks old,” Jone said, turning it on its back. “What is this about? The arson!?” “That’s what we believe,” Bernard said. “So can you do it?”

The café smelled like cinnamon and burnt espresso when I pushed back inside. Normal. Blessedly normal. Nick glanced up. “You alive?” “Barely,” I said, tying my apron back on. Lila leaned in. “Corporate emergency or secret double life?” “Something like that.” I didn’t say anything else. I took orders. Smiled at customers. Let muscle memory take over while my brain ran laps I couldn’t slow down. Damien’s voice kept intruding—low, deliberate, too controlled for comfort. Pressure. Access.