The Book That Wouldn't Burn Novels & Stories

They didn't really care who won or lost, as they were all hoping to personally witness the fabled Bryant family curse, or at least see the hideous monster that would come about if the curse wasn't lifted. … I trailed my hand slowly down William's abdominal muscles, but the sudden heat and magnitude took me aback, causing me to let out a surprised cry. "Didn't they say you're incapable in that regard, William?" William gently rested his chin on my shoulder. His tone conveyed a bit of feigned indignation while saying, "You ought to know that rumors are not to be trusted, darling. I'll use my body to prove it to you." I could feel his body burning up, and his profound blue eyes were fixed solel

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

I bought a cake to make up for Maisie's missed birthday celebration. In front of Brandon, Phoebe remained as well-behaved and understanding as always. She familiarly took Maisie's hand and helped her light the candles, though a cold hatred flashed in her eyes. As Maisie was making her wish, Phoebe suddenly lunged forward and pressed her palm onto the burning candle. Brandon quickly helped her up, but her palm still got burned with two blisters. She looked at me smugly but did not hear the expected screams. When she turned around, she saw Maisie happily cutting the cake. She frantically pinched her burned skin, but Maisie remained unaffected.

He looks at me and asks, “So, Mr. Morgan… do you have your homework assignment?” I smile. “I do.” “Good. Before you tell me what you wrote, how did you feel while writing it?” I let out a long sigh and look down at the folded pages in my hand. “It felt like… like I was in a house fire stuck behind a wall of smoke. Behind some kind of smoke screen. And the more I wrote, the more the smoke started to clear. I started seeing the way I was treating Carmen. Like everything just got clearer. If that makes sense.”

After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess"

I cut her off before she could say a word after she took my words as offense. “Touche,” she replied, her voice steady but laced with a hint of defensiveness. “What kind of help will you offer?” she questioned. “A help that you won’t be able to resist,” I muttered smugly as I brought out an old and worn-out book from my coat pocket and showed it to her. It is the book that I acquired from Beta Alek, the one that he entrusted me to burn. However, after reading its contents, how could I bring myself to burn a valuable book such as this?

“Does it bite?” Steve snorted. “Probably.” They reached a circular antechamber at the end of the hall where a massive tome—several feet tall and wider than a table—sat on a pedestal of smoldering glass. The book was open, its pages turning themselves. Emma stepped forward and placed her hand on the edge of the platform. Immediately, flames curled around her wrist—not burning, but connecting. Visions surged. --- Emma Sees the Past

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

"But what really happened here? Why is a book burnt?. I wrote quickly, my hand still trembling. I don't know. I touched one book and it started to burn. I dropped it. It was a weak lie, but it was all I had in that moment of panic. Suddenly, Noah's eyes caught something. He grabbed my hand roughly, turning it over. "You're burned." He was right. My hand was red and blistered from where I had held the burning book. I had been so terrified by what I'd read and by the fire that I hadn't even felt the pain.