Natchez Burning Trilogy Novels & Stories

It surges through me with merciless, grinding intensity, my core pulsing, my skin on fire, the slickness between my thighs soaking through the remnants of the dress, and I whimper because my body is a traitor and the compound is winning. Movement. Nathaniel stirs first, groaning, and manages to unbuckle himself and crawl through the shattered windshield. He reaches back for Queenie, pulling her through, and she reaches for me and between them they drag me out of the wreckage into the cold night air that hits my overheated skin and does nothing to cool the fire under. “We need to move.” Nathaniel, slurred from the head wound but upright. “We’d be faster in our wolves. If we can make it to the

I want to make sure no one else suffers here. Nathaniel looks at me. His face is calm. He says, Then we will. We will burn it to the ground. Together. We walk outside. The air is cold, sharper now. The sky is grey, the clouds darker. Nathaniel pulls out his phone. He calls Marcus. He says, Bring the gasoline. Bring the matches. We are burning it tonight.

he added. "Hyun, it's because that's what made the story realistic. It's not for dramatic reasons. There's really no happy ending," she finally gave her answer. Cela closed her laptop right after the call with Hyun. It's been two months since she was asked to write another book that would complete a trilogy and would eventually be made into a three-part special on TV. It all began there. She thought it was a sign to look for Nate because finally, there was a logical reason to do so. The search for him in the last couple of months made her complete the last book by creating fictional events that had references to real events and combining them altogether.

I warn. "I want it" Natty whines as she gives my chubbed up cock a slow stroke through the fabric of my pants. "I'll have to punish you after this, Natty" I groan at the way my stepsister gives my shaft an experimental squeeze. "Punish me?" She echoes, "Yes doll, I'll punish you like this…with you on your back for me and your delicious cunt dripping for me-” I say, moving one finger in circles around her breasts, watching the skin erupt in goosebumps.

" With that, Lucas pulled an exquisite diamond ring from his pocket, got down on one knee, and looked at me with deep affection. I extended my hand and said softly, "I will." Hearing this, Lucas's face lit up with a joyful smile. He put the diamond ring on my finger, then held me tightly. We had a lavish wedding during our travels. While traveling, I came across news about Sebastian. The news said that Sebastian had been severely injured in a business war with the Nolan family. In their retaliation, they had caused an accident that left him in a vegetative state. I looked at the news, feeling no emotion in my heart.

Then the poetry. Handwritten. Sometimes sonnets. Sometimes messy, jagged pieces that felt like they’d been ripped straight from his chest. One read: If I could be the rain that slips down your shoulder, If I could be the sky you look up at in rage I’d let you strike me down, again and again, If only to stay close to your fire. I threw that one in the trash. Three hours later, it was tucked inside the cash register. And then came the books. First editions. Stories I’d loved. Stories I’d once read aloud to Damien in the Blackwood library when we were young and tangled in something that felt like forever.

Like really hot. And I could feel the hotness on my skin. I could smell something burning. Skin. It was that same smell that filled the air on ileya day. The smell of cow skin burning. Except this time, I was feeling the pain instead of a cow. I was feeling severe pain. When you mistakenly scald your hand with a hot iron or when the heat from a boil in water lapped at a part of your skin. It was that same exact feeling except it was my whole body being scalded with a hot iron this time around.

They have been the ones putting me through the right way even if I never appreciated them. We began hearing heavy footsteps coming our way, Nathan used everything to pull me with him despite carrying an almost lifeless Nancy, “Let's Go my lady,” Nancy let out weakly but I was too scared to leave the ghost tribe, they have sinned against the moon goddess one more time. Even if they win this battle they are going extinct. One last look I ran along with Nathan as we rushed back to the mountain where my members live now. We were almost there when we heard a very loud horrifying sound and that of people screaming in pain.

When the other healers and assistants strolled in to prep, I stayed cool, gave them a nod. Said I forgot something. Took the rag straight to my office, locked it away. Scrubbed back in. Reset. Same damn faces. Same traitors. I locked in—no drifting into courtroom flashbacks. This time, I stayed till the bitter end. No early exits. Not even mine. Last time? I was wrecked—pregnant, exhausted. Left before the final stitch. Let someone else close. Didn't know they were all Jack's puppets. Looking at those wolves I'd fought beside, all I felt was ice.

I growl but sniff the scent the fire is emitting is different from what I was smelling. Anubis trudges into the flames followed by Ash, Percival, and Phoenix. I dodge the burning trees and slide around them as they fall to the ground. The farther in I go the trees are already down. I see a few cabins ablaze not too far from us and take off even faster. I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center.