The Burning Of Books Novels & Stories

Those are the species that I am most interested in right now. Excitement courses through me as I make my way to the fictional section. This section is way smaller, only filling up a small fraction of the entire bookshelf. It seems our boy Ethan has a clear theme he is most interested in. Most of the books are about dragons, and the remainder have titles relating to war. Although I am not necessarily a pacifist, I am not particularly interested in reading books that contain wars. So, I pull out a book named “Princess Aria”.

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

Verity walked round the table, pulled a chair beside me and sat down, looking at me with great interest. “Inside books?” she whispered, as if we were discussing top secret information. “Before my brain short-circuits. Explain it to me.” “Ok. Listen. Wordswood had libraries everywhere, right?” I closed my book and concentrated on explaining all that Ruin showed me. “Yes.” “And what are libraries or universities running on?” “Books!”

I asked, fear gripping my chest. “I have to go back and help my people,” she said. “These books can’t fall into the wrong hands. Promise me you’ll go. It was an honor knowing you.” “Why does this feel like a goodbye?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes. Why did everything good have to end? “Because it is,” she said softly, before turning away. She raised her hands, casting a spell to burn the library to the ground. Some knowledge was better destroyed than left for the enemy to find.

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

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

is all I could say with this overwhelming sense of gratitude. He grins. “I have more.” He leans towards me and whispers, “But if I give you more, I doubt your king will allow the books to be onboarded. I’m sure he’ll say something about maximizing the load.” “Is that what he’s thinking now?” “He’s currently calculating the weight of the books. But knowing that he can’t use that. He plans to accidentally burn them.” “He can’t do that!”

WREN'S POV I sprinted immediately the class was over, stumbling between equally impatient students. I ran into the safest place I could find. The library. Going deeper into the back, I found myself slouched on a dusty bookshelf. My legs still trembled from class. My thighs still clenched involuntarily every time I replayed Kai’s voice in my head. The way he whispered, the heat behind his gaze, the cocky smirk that made my stomach flip inside out. I needed to breathe.

A handful of volumes wore painstaking repairs where burnt pages had been reinforced with impossibly thin sheets of parchment. She drifted towards one such shelf almost unconsciously. The nearest book looked as though someone had snatched it from a fire moments before it was lost forever. Its spine had split, the edges of its pages darkened to deep brown, while careful stitches held the binding together with remarkable precision. She looked back at Arkael. "I thought..." Her words faltered. Apollo's voice echoed unexpectedly through her memory. I burnt every Emberborn history. Her fingers hovered just above the damaged cover. "I thought they were destroyed."