Alessa Gillespie Burned Novels & Stories

He breathed silently and drifted to sleep. Tomorrow, he was going to confirm it all as it was Kimberly's memorial day; the day he lost her. Bitterness sprung beneath his heart as he shoved it away and focused on sleeping. Next day, In the Adams Mansion. Alyssa held herself in pain while Dylan applied the ointments on her fairly burnt skin. Her skin had slight wounds and scars from the bruises and then the fire. He never expected Paige to go this far in harming her in such a ruthless way.

Ashley retorted and left the room in a fit of rage. I was left with Taylor, Charlotte and an unconscious Cassie. I got up from where I sat and sat next to Cassie. After some seconds, I heard someone get up, then the opening and closing of the door. I raised my eyes afterward to see Charlotte had turned to the other side of the bed. Alright, I guess that's it then. … Gillies' Compound The man stood over the burning corpses of his dead vampires. He didn't watch them burn for long as the sun which made contact with their skins burnt them more quickly than the fire he had set on them.

"What happened?!" "I don't know!" Giselle said, panic in her voice. "I was walking-then I got pushed-" Mara stepped forward quickly. "I saw it. She didn't trip. She didn't even try to stop it. She just spilled it!" "I didn't!" Giselle cried. "I would never do that!" Jake looked at Mara, then at Giselle again. Amanda kept crying in pain, holding her burned arm. The healer rushed in and began checking her.

On the stage, the bonding ceremony began. Dominic leaned into Harper's neck, just as he once did with me. In that exact moment, I burned the last of my soul. An immense pain tore through my consciousness. I could feel myself fading away, piece by piece. But I had no regrets. Let them both pay the price. Let them face the justice they deserve for my death. The ring had just grazed Harper's finger. SLAM! The grand doors to the ballroom burst open. Fully armed Supernatural Enforcement agents stormed in, their silver weapons glinting under the lights.

She was gone. The weeks after The Burning are a blur. I wandered the ruins of Seattle, the sky perpetually covered in a blanket of ash, the fires never fully extinguished. The air was thick, toxic in some places. People died from simple things—smoke inhalation, dehydration, infection. The world had turned into a graveyard, and I was just another ghost haunting the ashes. I don’t know how I survived. Maybe because I didn’t care if I did.

Lorenzo walked over, his hand trembling as he touched the screen, looking at a photo of us from a life we never lived—standing in front of a burning manor in the 1800s. "We’re not people," he whispered. "We’re fuel." "We were fuel," I corrected, my voice turning to ice. I looked at the door, sensing the heavy boots of the retrieval team approaching. I didn't reach for a weapon. I was the weapon. "Now," I said, a dark smile playing on my lips. "We’re the fire." As the door to the safe room begins to glow red from a thermal cutter, Alessia realizes she doesn't just know the layout—she knows the names of the men on the other side. And she knows which one of them killed her mother.

He quickly gets up, pours fuel on the car, then lights a match. Flames quickly spread through the car and it feels like the old me is being burned to ashes. “Get down,” the new driver orders just as our car takes off. The car is swallowed up by the fire and seconds later, there's a boom as it explodes loudly and illuminates the night. I try to hold in but the tears run down my face. I lean back against the seat and cry. My sobs are coming from my broken heart. The driver looks at me through the rearview, “It was necessary. You'll be a ghost by morning. No body, just evidence.”

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.