The Book Burned の小説・ストーリー

Before I could react or understand what was going on, Ezra had snatched the book right out of my hands and thrown it into the fireplace. “Ezra!” I went to go after it, but she caught my hand in hers and yanked me back with a strength I wouldn’t usually associate with Ezra. The book caught fire almost instantly and the rate at which the fire engulfed the book was phenomenal; the heat in the room no longer feeling comfortable to me. “Why?” I looked at her in betrayal, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. Malachi and Ezra both were hiding secrets and they didn’t want me to find out what that was. No one did.

They were no longer Gods after all. “That woman... Cecilia, had gone from this world now. But there are still two more dangerous people for your family existing here,” Anatoli said. The three of them saw the book’s title burned in the fire. [The Crown’s Diamond] “That’s fine, though,” Orcenal said. “It’s not like I can’t protect them properly this time.” ---- Note:

So he asked Chastine to look out for the setup, while he asked Juste that they have a one on one talk in somewhere more private, out of Chastine’s earshot: on the balcony outside next to the laboratory, facing a great view of the mountains. “Do tell me, Juste.” was Maxill’s opening remark to break Juste’s cold and distant mood. Juste was finding it so hard to come up with the words to describe what happened. But he still managed to explain to Maxill about their predicament. The sinewy fellhound heaved out a heavy sigh, looked towards the horizon, and said, “…book was burned… Everything was burned… Scion did it.” “You mean every bush?!” “…he seems to know what was inside the book, every detai

Regardless, the prophecies written in the book were not completely false. It was possible Hannibal had indeed come across some kind of unknown knowledge on seers when he wrote this book. At midnight the next day, Adrian sat in his seat and remained deep in thought for a very long time before he finally picked up a lighter and burned the book. The book eventually became a pile of ashes as it burned away. “Sir!” Mya suddenly knocked on the door at that moment and pushed the door open before Adrian gave her permission to. She was originally there to deliver some food to him, but she was stunned when she saw the book burning on the floor and frantically said, “What are you doing, sir?! Why would

"I tried drying with iron, but I burned the pages." Who dries a book with an iron? Couldn't he borrow my hair dryer? "My book. Where is it?" "Wait here." He ducked into his room whilst I tried to control my anger. Alina, it was just a book. It didn't matter. You could buy another. You could read it again and paste the notes. But that was my book. Nobody messes with my book. He burnt my book. He murdered my book. He was a murderer. "Your book." I stared at the almost destroyed cover and opened to find dark brown iron marks and spilled coffee marks. "We will go to book shopping."

“Renata, the books weren’t burnt. The victors burnt the copy of those books. The original ones are hidden somewhere else.” To be continued . . .

We all surrounded the burning fire, silence creeping into the atmosphere hanging above our heads. "I will definitely miss the real world and being alive." I voice out staring at the burning fire, my eyesight a little bit cloudy. "Yeah. I definitely will." Daniel echoes after me. I breathe in and out then threw the book into the fire. Sounds of someone clapping cut through the solemn silence that was upon us. I looked around in horror searching for the hands that produced the clap. "Did y'all really think I would just vaporize into non existent once the book is burnt??" A horror-ish laughter followed the question revealing the hands responsible for the clap, The evil one.

As I neared the secret shelf, I saw something was wrong—the books were in disarray. I took out the large book where I had hidden my small notebook only to find it was gone! My thoughts went back to the fireplace and how quickly Anora had acted the moment she saw me. I prayed to the moons that I was wrong as I quickly raced to the fire. The sparks and embers burned slowly as I could see the familiar text of my handwriting and the scorched remains of the notebook in the flames and to the stark realization of what she had done. Anora had burned my book!.

Nat died because of you! "I've already asked. The cremator doors only open from the outside! Nat… she was burned alive because you locked her in there!" Mom was stunned by his shout. She lunged toward the staff like a drowning person grabbing for driftwood, desperate for a different answer. But what met her was only the heavy silence of death. Mom collapsed to the floor, finally accepting the reality of my death. She slumped against the wall, muttering over and over, "How did it end up like this? I just wanted to scare her. I didn't mean for her to actually die…"

I had encountered so many struggles and setbacks, so many witches and humans alike in the course of studying the magical text for harnessing its magic. Martin's gaze shifted between me and the book beside him, its pages now devoid of the once potent words that had guided my journey. Without hesitation, I blinked at the parchment, and it ignited into flames, the flickering fire consuming the last remnants of its usefulness. "Why did you burn it?" Martin protested, his voice tinged with disbelief. "It serves me no longer," I replied coolly, my words laced with conviction. “I bet it could have been useful to another,” Martins persisted.