The Book Burned Novels & Stories

I managed to get to Billie just in time to save her from getting crushed by the pile of books, but got hit by some hardcover books, which burned against my skin. I groaned in pain, pushing the sizzling hot books away from me while trying to keep Billie awake. It took a moment before I realized that there was something odd. The books were hot - way too hot for comfort. I looked up and caught a raging fire, which mercilessly consumed the top of the shelf, burning everything in its path. Just when I thought I'd seen the worst, another explosion rocked the library, and this time, the doors, shelves, and windows fell apart.

I met his gaze but didn't answer, for I shouldn't feel guilty for the decisions I made. The guards roughly shoved him forward. The chains at his feet clattered against the marble floor, the sound ringing out like a funeral toll for a past that had long since rotted away. … The city was experiencing its first snow on the day I finished handing over my final academic duties back home. I stood by the office window, watching snowflakes drift down onto the rooftops of the medical university. There had once been a negative-110-degree freezer lab on the third floor of that building. The facilities department said it had been dismantled and converted into an ordinary storage room. It was as if nothi

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.

“Explain, please… I’m confused,” I sighed. Dee stood, walked to the door, cracked it open to peer outside, then quietly shut it again. Her irises turned a misty white. “Aza Demos Debuf,” she whispered. The spell rippled through the room like a wave. I felt it crawl beneath my skin—the air grew heavy, sound vanished. The chamber was sealed. Dee’s eyes faded back to normal as she returned to sit beside me. “The book,” she began slowly. “It was said to have been burned and destroyed centuries ago—but it chose its own fate.”

Pretend that knowing would only ruin me. But the thing about pretending? It doesn’t stop the truth from existing. It just makes it harder to face when it finally catches up. I read the letter twice more before I pushed back from the table and crossed to the fireplace. The coals were low but still red, still alive. The paper caught quickly, curling in on itself as the words dissolved into black ash. The wax seal melted, dripping like blood before disappearing into the embers. Why I Burned It It wasn’t because my mother told me to. And it wasn’t because I wanted to erase her warning. I burned it because I knew if Caleb found it he’d try to use it to convince me not to go.

Step by step, they ascended the narrow stairs, the air thick with the scent of smoke and something old and bitter. At the end of the hall, Aurelia’s bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Christopher pushed it open. The room was empty except for one thing—a burned book lying on the bed, its edges charred and brittle, ashes scattered around it. Isla leaned closer, eyes narrowing. The cover was mostly destroyed, but one word remained clear: Confession. She flipped through the blackened pages, the fragile paper crumbling beneath her fingers. One page survived almost intact. Scrawled hastily was a single line:

Next, the wings of the book were burning, but it didn't stop as it tried to still get away. “If only I hadn't given up my fire powers—it’s going to get away; she will get away!” Ruby yelled, and it was true as the book kept trying, then Blake and Dante finally got to her, and holding their hands, they opened their mouths, and fire came out of them, shooting straight to the book. I could hear the screams of my mother and other creatures; my head was spinning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone held me back. I looked up and was shocked to see my wife smiling at me.

The source of the flames, the torch lay fallen on its side. “Gods, what have I done?!” Mare cried, her eyes wide with panic as she shot forward to retrieve the burning torch. Perci grabbed her and at the same time, the wooden book in his hand slipped between his fingers, landing in the flames. “No!” he screamed. The book may be made from dragonwood but it was not infallible to the flames that began to lick the edges. Perci reached forward to save it, ignoring the rising fire as it consumed the dusty, dried pages of books, gaining more fuel to grow angrier.

his evil laugh echoed throughout the room. Soon the book was burned as commanded by their master. The guide to Matilda’s fate was turned into ashes. (Matilda’s POV) Matilda and Mateo both were tired after turning upside down in the library searching for the book but to their bad luck, it was nowhere to be seen. Matilda was so disappointed and hopeless. " Now, what should we do your highness?" Mateo asked sadly knowing that they couldn’t find the book which could help them get rid of this mate condition but now they are hopeless.

As well, as to the fact that what he was doing, there's no redeeming it back agai The book casings were empty except for a leather bound book of legends he was so obsessed of reading when he was still young. Of all his books, this one was the only one he was so attached of. He could not waste it. Before sundown, he ordered his men to get the mahogany casing and used it as wood to burn the dead bodies. He could not see any use of it while his men doubtfully followed his order. His men, like he, had the boon of the new age and things as precious as books were objects worthy of second thoughts. He burned it anywa When the cremation was done, it was almost midnight and his men were anxious as he