The Book That Wouldn't Burn Novels & Stories

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:

"And if some are dangerous, we deal with them after they become capable of choosing again." The Nameless woman looked between them. "You truly learned nothing from history." Silas shook his head. "We learned that people who believe they alone can decide who deserves to exist usually become the worst part of it." The books began to tremble. Luna pressed both her hands against the open pages. Fire spread across the shelves. It didn’t burn paper. It traveled through words. One shelf ignited, then another, until golden flames raced through the entire House. Outside, thousands of books opened simultaneously.

The walls shook, the ground rumbled, and rocks clattered everywhere around me. I placed my hands on my face, rubbing my burning eyes before slowly bringing them open. When my vision finally returned, I found the book surrounded with one of those circles with stars in the middle you'd see in horror movies. The shape was on fire, sending smoke all over the place. The fucking book was going to burn down my home. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head. “Not today, Satan!" I quickly rose from the ground and ran to the book as I took off my jacket from around me. Then, I draped it over the burning ground and began stomping on it in a bid to put the fire out.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

I fixed my gaze on the man who had the answers to all of my questions. “Where are we going?” he didn’t answer and went back to the book he was reading, ‘The Book Thief’ certainly not what I expect someone like him to read. Knowing it is useless to ask him, I leaned back into the comfortable chair which is very unlikely in a normal plane. “Where are all the other passengers?” I asked him again when he didn’t answer I pulled the book from his hand that sure got me the attention I was seeking.

It didn't need to be, but I craved this pain, relished it. The town slept, the lights off. I swooped in low, my wings grazing the tops of their houses, and I roared. She made me crazy. I wanted death, blood, a fight. Killing these humans would give me two of the three. With a burst of flame to their public building, it exploded. Humans poured from their homes, women screamed, children cried. I made one last pass before changing my course. Was anyone inside the burned building? A small part of me didn't want a human death on my hands. Acasia's words made it a smaller part than usual, so I refused to feel guilty.

As far as she know, this book was already sold out so she can no longer buy it anywhere. Yassi went out to the kitchen and find a lighter so she can burn the comic book. And when she found the lighter, she quickly run to her room and lock the door. She took the stainless trash bin and throw the book inside it. She took a scratch paper, she burn it and put it inside the trash bin so the comic book will burn with it. But to her surprise, the book didn't burn. It remains its original looks. "What the heck! Is this book had a devil's power?" She couldn't help herself but to ask.

“Please- don’t… please, give it back.” But Coral just smiled and rolled her eyes before she walked away from me. With one flick of her wrist, she created fire on the floor and threw the book into it. The flames erupted and swallowed the book- the last hope that we had- burning it away. I watched in helplessly and in horror as the last pages of the book was burned and turned into ashes. The fire devoured every secret, help or solution we had to deafening Coral and getting Valerie back, now we really had no way to destroying the witches.

He had always been the solitary type. Back in high school, he had had no shortage of admirers. When he got to college, girls flocked to him like fish in a river, too many to count. His cousin was like a clueless bachelor, with zero interest in the whole love game. However, as one would say, when the old house went up in flames, it would really blaze. The others got curious too. "Who's the girl? Do we know her? Have we met her?" "You'll see," Stephen said. That shut down any further questions.