Mystery Burns Novels & Stories

Back home, I was lying in bed thinking about the strange incident that occurred at the end of our date. I had to take Mason to the hospital as he complained about a burning sensation in his right arm. I thought he had a low threshold for pain until the nurse rolled up his sleeve, revealing a big, fresh burn mark. The doctor kept asking him how he got a second-degree burn, but he swore it wasn’t there before his fall on the street. It was bizarre. “Someone pushed me. My arm is burning.” His words spun in my head. Who pushed him? There was no one around. There wasn’t even a bush or tree around us for a person to hide.

The thought made me mutter under my breath, "I wonder how Raven's doing right now." If things were repeating the same as before, today should be the first day Snowviper fed on her. Too bad I couldn't see it with my own eyes. Blazewing caught the look on my face and smirked. "Wanna see something fun?" He pulled out a bronze mirror and handed it to me, all secretive. "What's this? A mirror?" I turned it over and over in my hands, but it looked completely ordinary. Right then, Blazewing breathed fire across the surface, and the glass shimmered instantly, clearing to reveal an image.

Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the flashing cameras, Adrian’s face in the school hall after I slapped him and Lila’s little body shaking in my arms as I carried her to the car. Above all, it’s her innocent question that breaks my heart. “Mommy. Why are they taking pictures of me?” I promised not to cry in front of her but my eyes try to betray me. I jump and decide to use the opportunity to check the mail and fight back the tears. I open the door and walk over to the mailbox. I go through the envelopes of different bills but one envelope stands out to me. A thick, elegant one. What really captures my attention is the wax seal with the Winterborn crest.

Allard gave an order to one of his men and whispered something to him. We arrived at a large room surrounded by books and papers. We sat down, and after a few moments, there was a knock at the door. My chest tightened… this would be the first time I’d seen her again face to face after so many years. I wonder if she still remembers me. Did she still even know who I was? Alina…

He hummed kissing me all the way up to my jaw as I made incoherent sounds at the back of my throat. "I'm burning." I let out as I grabbed his cheeks between both of my hands and made him look at me. Maybe that way, he'll see how miserable and agitated I was. I felt like my body was no longer mine. It felt so new and it wanted more than just simple touches and kisses. "My body is burning for you Caesar. Please do anything, I don't care. Take care of it, I completely trust you." He placed a small kiss on my lips and then went back to looking at me in admiration.

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

"No don't be, just that I hate been reminded of my growing stigma, I just want to forget, I want to wake up one day and find out it had all been a dream. "Don't worry, Amy, it would be over soon. He was trying to encourage her, that seem like what she needed to hear at the time. "How could you be so sure? She asked, wanting more words of encouragement. "I have people working for me, they are already in your case, don't worry this mystery would be unraveled soon"

From then on, whenever I unknowingly wore a color she favored, used her favorite perfume, or styled my hair like hers, he would scowl or lash out with cold, cutting words. The most humiliating thing I'd ever done was to fall in love with a man who never truly belonged to me. I traced the burns on my legs and called my mentor abroad. If I were just a forgotten shadow beneath Tucker's true love, then walking away was the only thing left to do. … That evening, Tucker handed me a necklace. "You're coming with me to the cocktail party tonight. Don't make a scene."

Burning his own house, his own evidence, his own ten-year-old crime, so that nothing of what I am can ever be grown again from what we leave in the ash. The man who burns things to erase them is burning down the place where he kept his most valuable secret. To keep it. Behind us, deep in the bones of the structure, the charges he set hours ago begin to walk through the north wing in a long rolling sequence. The corridor lights up orange and then white at our backs. The heat reaches us in a wave the silver under my skin drinks rather than fears. The north wing, where Julian once swore the data would burn until there was not an atom left, where the lab that grew me has its hidden twin, goes up

Elder Lyra says, her voice low and deliberate, “we come to the most damning aspect of this case: the state of the boy’s body.” Her gaze hardens, and she staightens. “The boy’s body was burned. That much is undeniable. Burned to such an extent that no clear evidence of the perpetrator remains. But the timing, the location, and the desperation of such an act tell us everything we need to know.” Her eyes narrowing as she looks at me. “This was no accident, no moment of blind rage. This was a calculated attempt to destroy evidence—to hide the truth. And who, Miss Castellanos, would have the greatest motivation to do such a thing?”