Slowburn Novels & Stories

Once out Leneve snaps her fingers and the building is engulfed in flames. The four of us stand back and watch as the bunker begins to burn to the ground. Flames lick high causing black smoke to billow from the roof. Behind me, I can hear a commotion and a rush of shifters heading our way. “Water! We need water!” I hear the familiar voice of Travis barking orders to his warriors. They could get as much water as they could find and bring in all the hoses MacTire had but it wouldn’t help. The walkers were dead and their bodies were burning.

Flashback The hostel was quiet in the way it always was after lights out , not completely silent, just softened. Pages turned. Someone shifted in their sleep. Aria sat on her bed with her books open, highlighter resting uselessly across a paragraph she’d read three times without absorbing. Outside, rain traced thin lines down the window, steady and unhurried. Her phone buzzed. A text from Damien. --It’s raining, Come on… let me make your slow-dancing dreams come true.--

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

BETRAYAL IN BONE AND SNOW "The deepest wounds are not made by blades… but by blood." The Letter That Burns Dusk settles over the Banehorn Peaks. The sky bleeds gold behind snow-tipped ridges. The mountain winds howl through the timbered paths of the Flameblood exile village. Inside Maera's longhouse, Xavier, Ceres, and two village elders are mid-conversation when a low screech pierces the air. A hawk circles and drops. It lands on the wooden post outside the council firepit, clutching a scroll sealed with wax—the sigil of the Crescent Flame embedded in gold.

Even wrapped in Alexander’s arms, her mind spun with Celeste’s revelations, the undercurrents of secrets she’d barely begun to comprehend, and the new questions about the fire that had turned her apartment and the remnants of her independence into smoke. By morning, she was already in the study, reviewing the preliminary investigation report Celeste had delivered in a discreet black folder sealed with the Drake crest. Her hands trembled as she flipped through pages filled with grainy surveillance stills, emails between Genevieve’s assistant and a man identified only as “R. Mun.” According to Celeste’s brother’s security team, “T. Cho” was short for Tae-min Cho, a cousin of the assistant and

"I've told you, now isn't the time. We'll talk about this when the company's in a better place." Shelby's face darkened with fury. "If you're going to be this tight-fisted, maybe I should find another sponsor. You're a complete disappointment," she sneered. With that, she turned and stormed out. She slammed the door firmly behind her, not once looking back. Tucker's gaze lingered on the door as it slowly closed. A deep exhaustion weighed on him like an unbearable burden. The company's ongoing troubles were already a constant source of stress, and Shelby's harsh outbursts only made it worse.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhh!" The burning was unlike anything Santos had ever experienced before; it's sizzling white heat coursing through his raw wounds smoldering like liquid lava. And his knees refused to hold him anymore, 'I'm sorry old friend, 'Antonio whispered as he too succumbed to the pain, no longer able to heal his human skin with the wolfsbane firmly in his system. CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!