Who Burned Alexandria Library Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, but it's an emergency. I'll meet you in the office." I nodded and pulled into the gravel driveway. It wasn't my Beta's fault that pack hours were seldom bankers' hours. I steeled myself as I exited my car and walked to the office door. It was open, and Anthony was already waiting for me. He was seated in his favorite leather armchair across from my desk. "There was a fire in the library," he said tersely, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Louise and Anna were killed. I'm so sorry."

as the locals had called the Blackwood mansion for a century, was finally being purged. The fire moved with a terrifying intelligence, as if the house itself wanted to burn. It roared through the hallways, melting the silver, charring the mahogany, and devouring the hundreds of thousands of documents that detailed the Blackwood’s financial sins. The history of the family—the bribes, the betrayals, the blood-soaked contracts—was being erased, one floor at a time. “It’s over,” Victoria whispered, finally turning to look at the blaze. The fire reflected in her eyes, dancing across the charcoal fabric of her suit. She looked like a Valkyrie presiding over a funeral pyre.

Her mind wandered far back into the portrait and curiosity being her upper trait, she knew something was odd about Brian's history. "I guess I should search up the book of Alphas in the library, I need to validate my search." Audrey said, while still staring out the window. "Well, according to what I was told last year, the book was part of the collection that was erupted into fire and it's long gone." This statement made Audrey to look back at May in disbelief. Just when she had hoped of getting a piece of evidence to hold, May shattered her hopes. "I don't think there is even a copy anywhere."

“We need to move.” I nodded, wrapping my arms around Alexei as I stood. He clung to me, his small body still trembling. I pressed a kiss against his forehead and I met Nikolai’s gaze, my voice like steel. “We burn this freaking place to the ground.” And we did. --- The flames devoured everything. The scent of burning flesh, of charred wood and metal, filled the air. The screams were long gone, replaced by the crackle of fire, by the collapse of a building that would never see another day.

I want to see you flip it. Evelyn smiled, a slow, lethal curve of her lips. She looked at the photograph Iris had sent. It was gone—the email had been wiped from her server, replaced by a single image of a dead Iris flower, withered and black. The message was clear. Lucien Hale had started the fire. Now, it was her turn to let it burn.

ISABELLA The flames danced higher than I'd expected. Standing in the secure courtyard of the industrial facility Rebecca had selected, I watched fifteen years of Alexander's carefully constructed revenge turn to ash. The blackmail files that had shaped so many lives, my father's, Alexander's, mine, crackled and popped as they surrendered to the fire, releasing their secrets to the wind in spirals of gray smoke.

Alexandra stares at Juliet while she holds her cheek which was burning. She look like she was in real pain because Juliet hit her hard. "Did you just slap me?" Alexandra asks while her face hardened, with tears rolling down her cheek. She didn't believe Juliet could really hit her. "And I will slap you...., " Before Juliet could complete her statement, Alexandra had already returned the slap. "Are you mad, did you just slap me back? " Juliet asks very surprised. "I can see you aren't blind, what does it look like?" Alexandra retorts meanwhile, Juliet pushes her on the couch. They both start shouting and pulling each others hair. While fighting and struggling Alexandra bites Juliet on her che

Some of the evidence might hide in the most unexpected places, but some might be shown clearly in front of our eyes, whether we realized it or not. Harold Whitewood was heading to the library, looking desperate. He had tried every method that he could to test the anti-omega’s drug, but nothing was work. His last hope was to find some useful information about omega in the library, which was built by King Victor and Ethan. He wished that the royal armies had not burned the books along with the magic scrolls thirteen years ago. Fortunately for Harold, he was in for a surprise. As soon as he entered the library, he could smell the omega’s scent from somewhere inside the premise.

He was taking the ceiling out from below. The fire in the hole now raged until the room was bright. From below, a guard shouted in surprise and called in for back up, then a loud thud and a crunch of bones. Alex heard footsteps running down the hall. The air got smokier, inhibiting her ability to see and breathe. After finishing the quick scan of the files, Alex took all the pages up in both hands and threw them down the fiery hole. She watched the fire lick at the edges of each paper, the paper curling and blackening as it was consumed into ashes.