Mystery Burns Novels & Stories

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

A small, traitorous orgasm rolled through me quiet, guilty, sharp. I came staring at the picture. Then I carried it to the fireplace. Lit a match. Watched the edges curl black and the image disappear in orange flame. But even as it burned, the heat between my legs didn’t fade. And when the brothers came back inside, smelling like night air and gun oil, they found me on my knees in front of the dying fire naked, collared, fingers still slick, eyes bright. Matteo tilted my chin up. “You burned it,” he said. Not a question.

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.

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

*The Secret Society* Emma sat in the dimly lit café, sipping her coffee and staring at the small folder she had received from an anonymous source. The folder was labeled "The Order of the Phoenix" and contained a series of cryptic documents and symbols. As she flipped through the pages, Emma's eyes widened in shock. The documents seemed to describe a secret society that had been operating in the shadows for centuries. They were known for their ruthless tactics and obsession with power. But what really caught Emma's attention was the mention of a prophecy. According to the documents, a young woman with a specific genetic makeup would hold the key to unlocking an ancient power. And Emma's sist

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?