Mystery Burns Novels & Stories

Our footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway. When we reached the front door, it was shut tight, the faint scent of burnt wood hanging in the air. But it wasn’t the door that caught my attention—it was the walls. The black mold that had clung to the corners and edges like a sickness suddenly began to ignite. Thin, unnatural flames licked along the jagged patches, consuming the mold and spreading to the wood or plaster underneath. “What the hell—” Damien started, but I cut him off, pulling him back as the flames spread faster than seemed possible, racing along the edges of the hallway. The fire wasn’t natural, and neither was the way it seemed to hum, low and menacing, as though it were alive.

It involved the way she’d looked up and found me watching from the terrace and hadn’t looked away first. I had. I’d looked away first, which was something I didn’t do, and I hadn’t examined why because examining it would require giving it a name and I had no practical use for whatever name that would be. She was an anomaly. A variable. A woman sleeping in my guest room with a containment brand on her wrist that my land was slowly waking up. That was all. I believed that. I went back to the file. “The burn pattern,” I said. “Could it have been misread genuinely? Someone inexperienced who didn’t know what they were looking at?”

Dr Emma explained again. "Apart from being burned, what caused them to die?" Mike asked Emma. "There was no residue of flammable material on the victims. It is strange. Let me show you!" Dr Emma showed a photo and pointed at one of the points. "This is a puncture mark. All three individuals were stabbed and burned from the inside. Only special chemicals like strong acids can burn everything. But the problem is that there is no trace at all. So once again, it's a mystery; how did these three people get burned?" repeated Emma with a severe expression.

CASSANDRA'S POV I sent for a physician close by. He checked her pulse and I walked behind the girl out of curiosity and noticed a burn on her neck. I furrowed my brows trying to understand how she'd gotten it. From what I remembered, her last torture, none of us touched the nape of her neck. I examined the burn with my hand. I just knew it was no ordinary burn from the way it looked. Could it be that these mysterious creatures were actually involved in these as well? I clutched my pocket, where the necklace was. I needed to research more about this thing.

Panic rippled through the crowd, but not a single person stepped forward to help. While holding my breath, I pushed through the chaos and loosened Oliver's collar. "Wake up! Don't fall asleep!" But his pupils had already gone dull. He was too weak to respond. Suddenly, a still-burning cigarette butt droppped nearby and reignited the lingering hydrogen. In an instant, flames shot up toward the sky, and a wave of scorching heat slammed into us. Screams erupted around me. In the chaos, I was shoved and trampled, my wrists and ankles swollen and throbbing.

"Uncomplicated things are usually just things that haven't been looked at properly yet." Dante picked up his coffee. He thought about Selene. About the folder. About twenty-two years old and no other options and fourteen years of being very good at something terrible. "Your Finch contact," he said. "You can make contact in the next ten minutes. Use the new burner, one-time voice. Short." Elian nodded, already reaching for the phone. "After that," Dante said, "we need to talk about what happens next. Because The Meridian will already have flagged that the Bucharest window closed without confirmation from me, and within — " he checked his watch " — approximately four hours, they will begin the

That night, was the start of something fantastic. That night, I welcomed the best thing that ever happened to me. Or at least that's what I thought, until I met him... Natalie and Kane's story will continue in ‘In Flames’

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Instantly he raced out, pulling out his gun from his holster. "Stay here!" He ordered, she nodded obediently. Wrapping her hands over herself. What has she gotten herself into... Roy glance around, there wasn't anything in sight, could it be that someone else knew of her existence. Who could it be, who the hell is helping her? When he turned, he saw someone exiting the building, immediately, he took to his heel. Ms Teresa, was already burning the book. When she heard footsteps approaching her. She hasten up, destroying everything. And began running for the exit.

Ember's eyes scanned the room, her mind searching for answers. She repeated to herself, "Don't run, don't run, face this. You are not guilty". As Ember's eyes locked onto the scene before her, she realized that Mr. Brown's arrest was the reason for the police presence. Her mind raced with questions, but they were quickly replaced by a sense of shock and disbelief.