Slow Burn Book Novels & Stories

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I questioned. “Warm.” He uttered with a frown. “Warm like toasty warm or warm like its going to singe your skin off warm?” I asked and waited while he edged his own fingers into the flames without saying a word. I held my breath and froze, absolutely terrified as his fingers dipped inside the flames while a look of amazement spread across his face. “Warm like, wow.” He uttered as he slowly twirled his fingers inside the dancing flames across my hand before turning his hand and pressing it against mine. “Does that hurt?” He questioned eyeing me and I felt the tingles race through my arm at the contact, I could feel the cold but not like it had been before, like an ice-cold lemonade on a hot s

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The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape. I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like

“Does it bite?” Steve snorted. “Probably.” They reached a circular antechamber at the end of the hall where a massive tome—several feet tall and wider than a table—sat on a pedestal of smoldering glass. The book was open, its pages turning themselves. Emma stepped forward and placed her hand on the edge of the platform. Immediately, flames curled around her wrist—not burning, but connecting. Visions surged. --- Emma Sees the Past

Ember The town hadn’t stopped smoldering. From the crumbling rooftop where I sat, I could still see the firelight flickering like a heartbeat in the distance—slow, persistent, dangerous. I was trying not to take it personally. The bond between me and Orion felt louder tonight. Not painful. Just… insistent. A low, steady thrum beneath my ribs. I couldn’t tell if it was trying to warn me or seduce me. “Brooding again?” came his voice, smooth and sharp like a dagger wrapped in silk.

Though my vision was blurry, I kept my eyes glued to the woman in front of me. She seemed familiar and like a complete stranger at the same time. Just last night, this dazzling, showy woman had held my foot, kissing it and saying how much she loved me in an affectionate voice. And yet, now, she wanted me dead on the spot. Pain crashed over me all of a sudden. It felt like my arms had been ripped off. Blood streamed down my face, stinging my eyes. It hurt so much that I clenched my jaw and could not even scream.

I whispered, slamming the slagged iron down onto the open page of the leather book. The Ledger of the Scar I didn't write a line of text. I used the heat of the molten iron to burn a hole straight through the center of the manuscript. The effect was an instantaneous, systemic shockwave. The valley didn't freeze; it recoiled. The iron Enforcers froze mid-strike, their hydraulic lines locking up as the text that authorized their existence was physically incinerated in the leather book.

Joanne’s POV The burning in my chest spread like wildfire, searing through every vein until I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and I began. The room spun in violent circles; the world narrowed to choking smoke, black edges closing in. I tried to pull myself out of the fire and the rubble it created in its path, but I knocked into something that halted me. I barely managed to glance up in time to see the bookshelf sway, a hulking shadow tilting forward, ready to crush me.