Suri Burn Book Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a firm hand gripped her head, cutting off her thoughts— And then— ~FSHUUUUU!~ “ARGGHHHHHH!!!” Heat seared through her head as the hand that held her burned through her hair and began to dig into her flesh. Smoke came out of her burning skin as simmering sounds echoed within the room. “STOOOOPP! I’LL TAAALLLK! I’ll… I’ll talk…” As the searing heat ceased, Sylvia was left with the lingering sensation of burning, both physical and mental.

Left with no choice, I tried to key in the password instead, but it had been changed as well. My crushing sense of defeat turned into rage, and I pounded the door. "I know you're inside, Harrison! Get out here!" I kept shouting until my throat was strained before the door finally opened ever so slightly. Harrison scowled at me, his gaze making it seem as if I were his mortal enemy. Keeping his voice down, he threatened me, "Are you crazy, Vivian? Must you insist on causing trouble for me? If you insist on keeping this up, we should just—"

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth. I was surprised because it was the same word as Sushi. So I turned to Sushi now who was still small and didn't even look at me. He was looking at Faris as if he was waiting for what was going to happen. I looked back at Faris because suddenly there was a big groove where he was standing. We were all alert. I saw that the lava boiled and gradually they floated as if alive. Faris reached for a piece of lava and I winced when I heard a sound that sounded like metal coming from a burning fire and placed it in water. If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat.

Dragging my suitcase behind me, I walked slowly toward the security gate. In that moment, the part of me that had once sacrificed everything for Tucker finally broke free from the endless darkness that had held me captive. On my first day abroad, I sought out my former mentor, Earl Crowder. After a long-overdue conversation, he smiled warmly and said, "Willow, you're finally home." Encouraged by his words, I picked up my paintbrush once again and began to create. The years I had lost flowed through me, transforming into a quiet strength with every stroke of color. Each line I painted marked a step toward reclaiming who I truly was.

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.--

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

I paused and continued, “As we speak, it's in my chambers. Aquamarine brought it." Levi's eyes went wide in shock. "You mean the one that can't be touched?" I nodded. "No freaking way," he whispered. "I didn't notice any burns on her hands. Are you sure it's the book?” I released a low breath, “I was shocked too. I just kept staring at it when she dropped it on the table. I touched it and it still burned, Levi.” I stared at my palms, still red and aching from the burns I got from touching the book. “She's truly the one who can save me.”

A surge goes through my body and I throw myself before the fire place, "Darius, no! wh-why, why did you throw the book into the fire!?" I watch helplessly as the book begins to burn. Taking a hasty move I stick my hand into the flames, trying to grab the book but the heat of the fire consumes my hands and I hiss in pain. Darius grabs onto me, hauling me away from the fire and into his arms. "Fuck, Audrey. What is wrong with you!? Why did you put your hand into the fire, do you not consider you will get burnt!?" My gaze is still fixated on the book as it chips away, the familiar pages folding in burns.

“Vampire, doll face ,bang ,aww ,witch ,attack ,fire , burning, shadow wolf ,more aww , witch tears, vampire wolf ,more ouch ,book ,run ,” I tried narrating the short summary of what I could make sense of from our experience but Freya did not seem to get what I was trying to explain and neither did I. “Ummm ok then, we can talk about this later. Let’s just get out of here,” The traumatized burn victim we saved earlier suddenly turned around and her eyes zeroed in on the book in my hand. For a moment I thought maybe what I was seeing in her eyes was recognition and a trauma response from everything she went through in the bus.