Mystery Burns Novels & Stories

“Ex-military, former intelligence, now one of the best private investigators in the city.” Reeves offers a curt nod. “Pleasure.” "Nice to meet you too. I am Noah." "Your friend has said a lot about you and I got to know from the internet. So let us not waste any time and get straight to the point." I take a seat, cutting straight to the point. “Have you heard about the burning scandal from twenty-four years ago?” Reeves leans back, studying me. “I’ve heard pieces. A fire that shouldn’t have burned the way it did. Official reports called it an accident, but the circumstances, to me, were… peculiar to have been closed as such.”

“What did you see?” “Everything was burning. An intense impossible burning,” she was breathless just remembering. “Not like the explosions that Connery and Harry caused at the high school. Bigger. Could Connery have something bigger in his arsenal?” She wondered immediately. “He would only use something like that if something happened to Meguitte.” “Are you sure that Meguitte and Connery are the source of the burning?” Greg asked her, keeping his voice low as pedestrians were passing by. “I mean… Why are you so sure?”

"The cuts were clearly from a butcher knife. As for the burns... hmm... That's where another problem comes in." "Out with it, Mark. You're testing my patience," I snapped, holding on to the last strings of restraint I had. "The burns were not from an ordinary fire. It seemed the fire carried some type of poison that is uncommon," Mark explained. "We'll have to run some few tests again." "Is she out of danger?" I questioned. "Not fully," Mark replied with an uncertain tone. "There's a high chance she'll be paralyzed for the rest of her life due to the drugs in her system. The burns can be treated with plastic surgery, that is after we're certain she can go for one."

“You find something interesting, Maya?” I hesitated, my fingers tracing the edge of the journal. “This bunker belonged to a scientist,” I said slowly. “Someone who predicted The Burning. They tried to stop it.” Ben frowned, lowering his rifle slightly. “What do you mean, ‘predicted’?” I handed him the journal, watching his expression shift as he flipped through the pages. “They knew something was coming. They were part of some kind of project to stop it, but it got out of control.” Marcus snorted from his spot near the wall. “So, what? Some crackpot scientist thought they could play God and screwed it all up? Sounds about right.”

My eyes are burning, and my chest hurts. Molly is not here either. I went to check on the second floor. The fire is deadly here. The flames are high, blocking my way. The smell of gasoline is strong. I now know Molly is here, but I am unable to enter the room. "Molly…" I call out to her. She is not answering me. This terrifies me. Several bad thoughts rush into my mind. "I will take you out of here," I grunt as I take a few steps back. I sprint and take a leap. I successfully cross the flames, but fire catches me on the legs and back.

bottom, getting rid of any trace of him, his blood, and all the instruments I used to torture and dismember him, I throw them in the fire along with his charred remains. I light a smoke and watch the blaze swirl into the sky, the tiny stars twinkling above giving off little hope that there's something above looking down on me. Fucking bullshit, that's all it is. The smell of burning flesh consumes the air around me, but I welcome it. I stand in the backyard for a while, thinking about what my next move is now that this fucker is gone, knowing there's still one more fucker that I need to get rid of. I get the chills knowing that same fucker is most likely watching me right now. But I'm a fuc

I stare at him curiously, eyes searching his confused. “Why haven’t the burns healed?” His body is unlike other creatures. Those burns should have healed the second it touched his skin. In fact, he’s susceptible to fire as he is a Qusayr. “This was done by a certain type of flame. Not even the Gods can heal.” Grayson chuckles sardonically; I turn my gaze. What flame is that powerful? The Eternal Flame, maybe? “Go on Little Wolf, amuse yourself.”

he had continued, “tells me that this is foul play. I tell that to you now in case you need to take extra steps to defend yourself, which can never hurt. But we’ll get the full analysis to you in a few days.” Victor had thanked him, shaking his hand, before letting him go. Now that we’re looking at each other in the kitchen, in front of our sons, I know that both of us are wary. Beyond the Chief’s analysis, it’s too coincidental for the house of an Alpha pack leader to randomly burn down like this. I know, in my heart, that when the firefighters return their report there will be no evidence of faulty wiring or something equally innocuous. Looking into Victor’s face, I know he shares my suspi

My lungs burned. I slid down slowly until I was sitting on the floor, laptop clutched to my chest like a shield. That had been too close. Too reckless. If he’d seen me— I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my breathing to slow. Eventually, my pulse steadied. But the question wouldn’t leave. Missing child. Who? And why did Zander guard that secret like it could destroy him? I stared at the door. Something told me I had just stepped into something far more dangerous than rules.