The Burning House Book Novels & Stories

Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade. Bennett did not lose hope, desperate to hit back after losing everything. "You think you're the winner?" The email attachment showed my face crudely edited onto explicit images, with the backdrop of our family's hotel, sent to every young member of the prominent families.

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

What’s going on with me? “I didn’t sign up for this shit, dude,” said the first man I’d heard. I named him Man A. “I was given the order to burn the house, but torturing teenagers isn’t my thing.” Burn the house... My head was stinging so bad, I almost couldn’t bear the pain. What did they mean with that burn—what? Burning house. Fire. Mom... Elga! I remembered it now! Mom’s lifeless body in our living room. Elga screaming for help... crawling helplessly to Mom... screaming my name... but I was stuck in the fire.

I rubbed my eyes, realizing I must have fallen asleep on the foreign bed. I stood up, my movements much slower and more cautious now. A burning heat continued to torch the room as I shuffled over to the door. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I grabbed the door handle. My hand flinched back, burned by the flaming heat. A sick feeling of dread slowly began to take hold within me. Why was the room hot? Why was the door handle burning? I took a deep breath through my nose and, for the first time, realized it stunk of smoke. The house was on fire!

Then fell back into his unending abyss of silence. And while the fires licked out of control at Honeycomb Haven, spreading from the upright wooden box-hives to Cassie Patrick’s house and the outbuildings, the Gospel Book Store downtown blazed away itself like a beacon in the night—having been similarly torched—its hundreds of Bibles burning and melting, turning to holy ash inside the structure, before Glee Deadmond even had the chance to purchase a new one to replace her old.

But we became a threat to the neighborhood as they saw it as so. And so that night, they set our house on fire, mother was not home. It was only my brother, Rya and I in the house when it caught fire. I had run out of the house, but he had tripped over some clothes. I ran back and walked through the fire to pull him out but the smoke took my senses, and I fell flat to the floor. I closed my eyes slowly with my younger brother's cry fading away slowly. “Lyraaaaa” mum's crying voice stirred me awake through the chaos and once my eyes found her, I giggled happily and ran down the stairs forgetting the house was on fire once I picked up my “SPELL” book.

But instead, they saw a fire burning at that position. any part of the house was not seen only fire was burning at that exact position of the house. Rehab was the first person that noticed it. "Delis why was a fire burning beside your house?" Rehab asked. And then Delis sighted forward and saw that his house is on fire! "You can't be serious! that's my house burning on fire!" Delis shouted.

Immediately; it felt like something blew up, and the entire place was burning; fire everywhere… He turns his back at it; he is walking to the gate; I stood there perplexed; unable to move a muscle; Drake saw that my pale face, and he came back, he held my hand, and dragged me out of the burning house; as I walk ahead with Drake; I saw the house getting burnt down to the ground...

I thought as my head turned to a small window in the room. I saw smoke. I ran towards it, and there I saw the book being burned in a small fire. I quickly ran outside, but it was too late when I got there. Fire consumed the entire book. Madison had burned the book. I cried. How will I ever learn about my pack and my mom anymore?

A dead town swallowed by mist and pine. No humans dared to settle here anymore, not after the Bathory influence leached into the soil. Even birds refused to nest in the trees. The land was quiet. Too quiet. Perfect place for Cross’s burning house. I’d heard legends about this facility back when I was still human, rumors whispered by trainees: “Don’t end up in the Burning House.” “They’ll erase you.” “They’ll break you.” “They’ll make you forget everything.” As I approached the building, an old manor, its windows bricked shut, its roof sagging, it looked perfectly abandoned.