Things You Save In A Fire: A Novel Novels & Stories

Division 24 The man looked confused. "The deaths? It has been peaceful in this area." Beatrice frowned. "How so." She mumbled to see a figure leave the church through the other door close to a burner. "Ha! Something is burning." She said, and the father turned to have his eyes widened. They both walked to the pulpit of the church and behold a book was on the burner while the fiery fire burned. Father Jude had gone to bring water to quench the fire and when the fire that had been burning was quenched, Beatrice squinted her eyes to see that three of the books in the burner had burnt to ashes but one had not burned..not a single scratch on its body.

Nicholas' witch was muttering spells under her breath trying to stop Ruby from whatever it was she was doing but that just seemed to make the fire to grow higher and spread wilder, scaring Ruby more than she already was. "What's happening to me?! Somebody help!" That was when Clara and Van Langston finally came in. The fire that the brunette created was already weakening Nicholas, so all Clara had to do was push him a little farther towards the brink of death and Emmett came in to finish the job. Van, noticing the situation Ruby was in, vamp-sped towards her, trying to avoid getting burned to death before he finally was by her side. He held her close before vamp-speeding back to their so-cal

He commanded. "Please stop! Don't burn my...." She haven't finished talking and her things flamed up with fire. She wished that it was a nightmare, but it was dam real. She was trying to catch some breath while watching all her belongings burning up. Everything she had was burning right on her face and she could not do anything. The only money she had been saving was in one of the bags which was burning heavily. After a couple of minutes, her neck was release but it was too late to save a single thing. All her things had already been eaten up by fire. She couldn't even come close to the fire. It was as if her world have ended.

It will shatter my grandfather to know it was destroyed in the blink of an eye. How can I do nothing and leave it all behind to burn to the ground? But then, what can I possibly do to stop it? I look around, watching as the fire licks the pages of hundreds of stories. My favorite novels begin to be swallowed up by flames. I see the children’s book section catching next and imagine all those colorful illustrations melting on the pages. A loud crash close to the front door pulls me out of my spiraling moment, and I snap my head in that direction, wondering if something hit us again. But then I notice that part of the ceiling has fallen in, blocking my closest exit.

“Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll burn everything down. You. Us. This… whatever fragile thing we’ve built.” Aiden shook his head, a faint smile ghosting over his lips. “You’re fire, yes. But fire doesn’t only destroy—it gives light, warmth, life. You’ve saved me more times than you know.” He leaned in, his lips brushing hers with the gentleness of a vow. “If you burn, then I’ll burn with you.”

The crackling flames roared like a beast come to life, a wild storm born not of nature but of malicious intent. I leaped into action, trying to put out the fire. I gripped the thick curtain lying on the floor and started hitting the source of the fire with it. My mind raced with possibilities - who would do such a thing? Anger coursed through me, mingling with fear for the secrets now being reduced to ashes. I rushed forward, feeling the heat singe my skin as I desperately searched for any documents that might survive the blaze. The room was an inferno, embers swirling around me like malevolent spirits, and I could hardly breathe.

I said with my voice slightly higher. “Because the same abuser also risked his life to save me from dying in the fire. He didn't think of his own life when he jumped into the flames to save me. He didn't even flinch when fire was burning his shirt while he carried me in his arms.” Her soft words made me look up at her only to find her staring at me already.

I have to do something. Dark laughter fills my head. Shadows move in my memories. There’s a very good reason Clement and Nicholas want me to stay in the apartment. I could be next on the To Kill list of the man who set the fire that brought my saviors to me in the first place. But I’ve moved three times since the fire. Surely the faceless evil won’t be lying in wait for me. Finding me so fast would be impossible, right?

It didn’t matter, it was done “You have no scar on your body, not even a single burn, let’s assume you were in your room when the fire started, and before it got to your room, you jumped out of the window and I am asking your room is not downstairs and yet there is no scar, unless you were at the door when the fire started, in the garden or not at home, but the files say you are at home, with your family and you were able to save Ethan, how do you save someone from fire without getting even a single scar, I assume you didn’t have any protective uniform to help you.”

"I left a man to burn alive in his own study. I set fire to decades of history. I became something I swore I'd never be again." "And you saved us." She didn't look away. "You gave us time. You got the information. You did what needed to be done." "That's what monsters always say." "Maybe." She took his arm, steadying him. "But monsters don't care about the people they save. You do. That's the difference." He stared at her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. Together, they moved into the chaos of the palace alive with shouts and running feet, flames visible through upper windows, guards streaming toward the fire while three figures slipped through the shadows toward the gate.