The Book That Wouldn't Burn Novels & Stories

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.

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

said Jette. “Peace?” asked Brent. Jette accepted the apology and they shook hands. *** When Jette arrived home, she immediately examined if the comb has hair strands. It has!!! She inserted those hairs on the pages of the book, and a flame starts from the bottom, until the midway, and the book was burned half. She’s so happy!!! She immediately called Crisanta. “Miss, I have burned the book on its halfway,” said Jette. “Nice. The second rule can be found on the burned part,” Crisanta said.

Jake stopped, getting back to his matter, “never mind. I wanted to show you this...” He slid out the book and placed it at the large table which was furthest in that part of the library. “Great, you joined a cult!” Matt scoffed. “What is it?” Gabriel asked, observing the strange symbol on it. “Well, I don't know, yet.” “What do you mean, you don't know?” came Gabriel, “I think a book’s supposed to be opened to know what it is...” “Ok,this is going to sound insane but when I opened it, fire came out of it, literally!”

He scratched his forehead and turned the book over, reading its name. "Under The Dome," he answered, showing her its cover. It was a large book, one that she had seen in Sophie's collection before but had never picked up. "It's by Ste-" he was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. "Sorry, one second," she said, reaching for the device on the side table. Picking it up, she saw it flashing with her mom's name. Arder sighed and walked outside to take the call. "Mom?" she asked after pressing the large green answer button.

I watched her, curiosity drawing me closer. “Where are those going?” I asked softly, my voice hesitant. Rosa looked up and saw me. Her eyes faltered for a moment before she answered. “They’re being burned, Miss Catalina. Matteo ordered us to burn them.” “Burn them?” I blurted, shocked. The fabrics were so luxurious, the kind of clothes I could only dream of owning. “Why?” She glanced at the other maids, seeking their silent approval. “They belonged to… to her.” Her voice lowered, the unspoken name heavy in the air. “Mr. Matteo doesn’t want any trace of her left in this house.”

I was doing it so everyone in this room would know I had given them the roadmap to avoid disaster. If they still managed to screw it up, it would be because they were idiots, and it would have nothing to do with me. I wasn't giving them any ammunition to sling mud at me ever again. Lucy didn’t even bother to open the file. She glanced at the cover with contempt and let out a haughty sniff. “Right, Madeline. Got it.” I knew she wouldn't read it. After all, as a mole, her job was to burn everything to the ground.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.