Novel & Cerita The Burning House Book

Victor is already by the back door, looking out. “Mama,” Alvin says, his voice trembling. “What’s wrong?” “There’s a fire, baby,” I say, trying to peer beyond Victor at the flames, “up at the big house.” Both boys gasp and I go to one knee in front of them, trying to will seriousness and confidence on my face to calm them. “Daddy and I are going to go up and see if we can help, but we need you two to be safe. Okay?” The books look at each other, considering, and then turn to me and nod. “Good boys,” I murmur, and then pull them over to the front door. Beta Frank is there, the radio on his shoulder buzzing with communication from the other Betas up by the house.

The voices started again in my head, roaring like a gentle storm. I stood before the house, not fighting the voices. They had their free will, and they made good use of it. Every second I spent with them in my head pushed me closer to madness. I could feel it itching the back of my head, and my fingers which were curled around the torch lights. I walked in, walked around for sometime, then settled close to a window. The lights dropped from my hand, and the fire took the curtains first. Flames burst from both sides. They raced across the dry wood like hungry wolves. The roof caught next. Then the walls. The smoke rose thick and black. I sat and watched the house burn, and for a moment the pai

I grab a blanket to cover my sister and make my way to the door. I try to navigate through the burning house, the smoke is getting worse, and Maddox is struggling to keep my lungs clear. I am at the stairs now, they creak under our weight and as I take a few steps I realise they are not going to hold up. I rush down and barely make the last few steps when the entire thing collapses. The living room is ablaze, and the flames are impossible to dodge, I can feel my flesh burning, as I try to shield Sloane from the flame. White hot sheering pain goes through my body, but I keep heading for the door. Just because wolves can heal quickly doesn’t mean they don’t feel pain.

Chumming flames', of course," he read from the book silently to himself. Again the phone rang, seeing it a distraction he tossed it away where ever he cared less, because his eyes had caught what his heart desired. He then moved to the burning furnace and bent tapping light from the flames. Suddenly, some hidden words displayed on a blank page, words literally unknown to man. From the look of it appeared coded and in encryption, so he hurried in and out of his room back with a journal, his mother's actually. From the comparison and reference he was able decrypt the writing in the red covered book, so he proceeded and read it out. Instantly, the chumming flames went off at once, the electrici

Zoe stepped back. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest. It looked almost like she was using them as a shield. "You should see this, then," she said. She nodded toward the notebook on her desk. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Before you decide whether you believe me." Julian stepped inside. The room was small. Nothing like the large rooms he was used to. The only light came from the candle burning on the desk. The flame moved gently, making shadows dance across the walls. Julian looked at the notebook.

He said and dismissed him. Ash walked slowly out of his office, cursing and muttering to himself. Fire! Fire!! A house was up in flames with two adults in it, the people outside could hear screams and yells but no one could save them, they couldn’t break through the barrier, the house was surrounded by mountain ash causing a barrier which wolves couldn’t break. Livey was walking towards her house with a cake in her hand when she saw her house up in flames, “Mom, Dad” she ran towards the house but was blown back by the blue force field surrounding the house,

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

He takes a deep breath and pulls his shoulders back, “Where to first?” “Do you know where she’s keeping your family?” He nods in reply. “Then let’s go,” I say as I walk over and pull the door open only to be met with bright flames. I stare out of the library stunned as I watch my home burn down. This place has been more of a home to me than the one I grew up in. These past few weeks, all my happy memories were made in this home, and now I’m watching them all burn down, just like Izzy had all those years ago. That rage inside me increases to a whole new level when I realise just who is behind this. Burning one of Izzy’s homes wasn’t enough for that bitch. No, she had to burn down a second. Sh

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

The soft warmth of early spring sunlight crept across my skin. Somewhere down the hall, the familiar scent of my mother's Sunday cooking drifted through the cracks of memory. That meal—eggs, herbs, smoked potatoes—always meant safety. Outside, the birds sang like nothing had ever gone wrong, their chirps blending with the wind threading its way through the old trees. I could almost hear my mother calling me—soft at first, then fading, slipping away like everything else. Next to me, Keli sat, watching me with those steady, amber eyes. He was the only soul left in my life, my stubborn, greedy dog, who never let me wake up alone. That morning was no different—except everything had changed. Ever