Online Burn Book Novels & Stories

But the tide was endless. “Burn another!” I snarled through wolf-teeth. I had only just learned this from Lynora’s diary. After we found the second fragment, the book had seemed… happy. That was the only way I could describe it. New lines of writing had appeared, knowledge unfurling across its pages as if it wanted to share its secrets with me. It told us the truth: that some of the library’s pages could be burned into charms, each one a fragile ward to shield us from the monsters’ touch.

POV: Zara Moon The old book burst into flames in my hands. I screamed and dropped it, watching ages of magical knowledge turn to ash on the library floor. The smell of burned paper filled the air as I hurriedly tried to stamp out the fire. "What did you do?" Celeste rushed over, her face frightened. "That was the only copy of the Shadowmere Chronicles!" "I don't know!" I was close to tears. "I was just reading about blue fire magic, and suddenly it just—"

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.

I'll call you when we're done. Other students began to fill the auditorium, making the place although slowly, noisier and hotter in temperature. A fat student that had the shape of an hard-boiled egg sat in the seat next to him minutes before they commenced. Behind his sat a girl with eyeglasses so thick he suspected they were bulletproof. She had an awfully small nose that reminded him of rats. In the seat before him was another girl that looked so thin it reminded him of someone with a terminal disease.

Finally, she decided to explore the study that Rydell and Melania had provided for her. The shelf to the right of the door was filled with books of all subjects. There were reference books, fantasy books, science fiction books, and even romance books. She looked at the titles and noticed that some of the authors were unfamiliar to her. She picked out one of those books and looked at the publisher and saw that it was printed here in this village. There were authors right here in this village, this made her happy. She had always liked to write little stories, nothing big, just stories that she used to tell the pups back home. She took the book and sat at the desk and started reading. The stor

It's on the shelf behind his desk. "I'll help you look." Ishir says. His footsteps get close to me. I quickly grab the lighter and set it on top of the desk. "Found it." Ishir announces. "Wonderful!" Their footsteps go out of the door. "Why don't you join me?" Malcom says. "Oh I shouldn't..." "Oh come on, I know you smoke. Loosen up a bit." Ishir takes a deep breath, "Alright. Let's go to the library and light the fire. It's a little cold in here."

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

I'll make orders and you'll do them instantly. She was nervous, shocked, and wondered what she had gotten into. Even though she found him attractive, she didn't know it would happen so soon with dominance and power. She wants him as well, and he was irresistibly hot with his bare chest and the black pants he was in, she could see the hardness of his cock from his pants. She quickly moved over to the table where his laptop and books were kept to drop the tray.

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.