Burn For Burn Novels & Stories

“Do you think he can bear your fire without burning?” Nora’s fire surged at the insult, searing my skin, but I caught it, redirected it, flung it back into the Sigil burning in my palm. “I don’t have to bear it,” I snarled, my own voice warped with flame. “I welcome it.”

The wound closing impossibly fast. Alexei staggers to his feet, clutching his throat. "Incendiary rounds! Now!" Two soldiers switch ammunition. Fire special rounds that explode on impact. The bullets hit Number Seven's back. Fire erupts. Her clothes catch. Skin burns. She screams. Actually screams. My voice filled with agony. The smell of burning flesh fills the factory. "Fire works," Alexei gasps. "Enhanced or not, fire damages cells faster than they can heal." The soldiers keep firing. Each impact creating small explosions. Number Seven tries to move but the fire is spreading. Consuming her.

My chest caved like a fist crushing bone. I gripped the wheel of my desk so tight I thought it would break. My knuckles split, blood smeared, but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel nothing but fire crawling through my veins, fire that screamed her name, fire that wanted to burn Rome, burn Valerio, burn Giovanni until nothing but ash. I whispered through my teeth, low and sharp so it cut my tongue: “Burn it all. Burn them all.”

The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night. By the time Salvatore reached home, the outer walls of the third floor were charred black, and thick smoke churned from a narrow window. He moved before he could think, charging straight toward the flames. However, two of his men grabbed him. "Don Russo, you can't go in there! The fire's not out yet!" But he shoved them aside, his eyes wild with fury. "Useless bastards! If you won't save Arianna, then I will!"

Fifth spank — right cheek, harder, making the handprint overlap again. The layered burn was exquisite — a sharp crack that sank into already-sensitive skin, turning the heat into a steady fire that made my whole lower body pulse.

My gaze locked on the fullness of her tits, my stomach clenching as I peeled the fabric away, my hands cupping her mounds, squeezing them like fragile, precious things. "Tristain…" she moaned, her voice a fragile thread as she arched into my touch, her nails raking down my back, leaving trails of fire. The way she said my name, breathy and broken, had me wanting to tear her apart, to shove my cock into her hot, wet cunt and fuck her senseless until she forgot her own name.

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

"Her back has two big areas with second-degree burns, so some traces will remain more or less." "Brooke, thank you for saving my life from the fire," Logan murmurs hoarsely after a long silence, looking down at my bed. "Why is your voice thanking me with so much distance, Logan?" I ask, forcing a sad smile onto my lips. "We are husband and wife under the pack laws. There is no need for your tongue to be so formal with my soul. When the Harbor View Apartment caught on fire last year, my body protected your frame too, and your own back still carries a huge burn scar from that night. Now our scores are completely even."

Rheagar I strike the lighter, watching the flame dance slowly. Fire is beautiful. An unreal phenomenon that burns with passion, heat, and otherworldly air of hot aura. Oh how it ravages, and devours its prey, burning every skin, licking every wet drop of slick juice, reducing it to nothing but mere ash. I want to watch something burn. Rather, I want to watch someone burn. "Just wait until I get you, Auren," I touch the flame to the cigarette, drawing in slowly.

As soon as he's on the ground, she steps on his chest and grabs onto his head, holding it inches from the burning fire. "Did ya miss me?!" She grins, seething with rage. "What the hell are you doing here?! Who let you in??" He cries. She smiles, "We got a little creative..." I hear footsteps behind me. I pull my gun and turn around, but it is just Bruno, Leon, and Ishir. They all gather around us. His frightened eyes beam down Ishir. "Ishir?!! What are you-" She shakes his head closer to the fire.