Burn Novelas e Histórias

The silence was absolute, save for the rhythmic, steady beeping of the chemical medical monitor behind us. "You are not skating on Wednesday," I whispered, my voice deep, raw, and shaking with an unhinged emotional despair. "Look at your body, Lucian. You are burning up with an unnatural fever. Your spine is severely damaged from Fenrir's hit. If you step onto that frost with an active heat cycle, those predators will smell you before you even clear the red line."

"Uncomplicated things are usually just things that haven't been looked at properly yet." Dante picked up his coffee. He thought about Selene. About the folder. About twenty-two years old and no other options and fourteen years of being very good at something terrible. "Your Finch contact," he said. "You can make contact in the next ten minutes. Use the new burner, one-time voice. Short." Elian nodded, already reaching for the phone. "After that," Dante said, "we need to talk about what happens next. Because The Meridian will already have flagged that the Bucharest window closed without confirmation from me, and within — " he checked his watch " — approximately

Bima, usually the restless type who couldn't sit still for a single minute, was now nothing more than a shivering heap beneath the heavy sheets. The bright, high-pitched laughter that usually filled every corner of the apartment had vanished, replaced by short, agonizingly heavy gasps. His face was flushed a deep, burning crimson—not from embarrassment, but from a body temperature that had rocketed to a dangerous hundred and two degrees. Jakarta outside was enduring a sweltering heatwave, but to Bima, the world felt like an arctic wasteland, trying to freeze the very marrow of his bones.

He raised me over the fire on onto the small platform where the chain clicked over the hook and held me in place. The first thing I felt was the searing heat. It was so blistering hot. I knew it would only take a few seconds of this and I was already going to start to burn. I could feel the thick rubber of the platform burning my bare feet and the flames licking around my soles.

Liam had run thirty miles in the snow to get human stomach medicine, returning with cracked fingertips from the cold. Now they would rather blame me than ask if I was okay. Seeing my pale face, Kane finally reached into his pocket for a mint candy - something he used to say would help when my stomach hurt. But just then, Serena exclaimed "Oh!" and crouched down. Her hand was red and swollen. "Kane... I think I got burned. It feels numb..." He immediately crouched down to check on her, forgetting to hand over the mint. "Come on, let's put healing balm on it. We can't let it scar."

"Wake up, damn it! Dante, breathe!" Bianca’s voice cracked, a raw, desperate sound that scraped against her throat as she pumped her palms into his chest. The smell of burning pine and scorched stone from the Vane estate filled the air, heavy and choking. She didn't look back at the pillar of white fire. Her focus was the cold, grey skin under her hands.

His eyes, wide and stunned, blinked open, focusing on Sabatine’s face hovering above him in the hellish, flickering light of the burning alley. “S-Sabe?” he choked out. Relief, sharp and painful, lanced through Sabatine. He rolled off, quickly running his hands over Anton’s torso, his legs. “Are you hit? Your shoulder?” Anton sat up gingerly, wincing as he moved his injured arm. “I’m… I’m okay. You?” His eyes widened, taking in the smoldering tears in Sabatine’s jacket, the angry red burns on the back of his neck. “You’re on fire!”

My body suddenly feels hot, burning from the inside, but there’s no pain only fire. The next thing I know, I’m on the ground, gasping for air. My breaths come out like smoke. Joey finally notices and runs to me. “Luna, what’s happening?” She grips my shoulder then hisses. “Fuck! She just burned me! What in the name of Selene” I hear footsteps rushing closer. Then I smell him. My mate. “What happened?” He lifts my head gently and cradles me against his chest. “It’s okay, Addy. I’ve got you. She’s burning up.” He presses a kiss to my head and pulls me tighter.

The Scorchers were here, and they didn’t waste time with pleasantries. "Get down!!" Ben shouted, pulling me to the floor just as a window shattered, spraying glass across the room. I hit the ground hard, the impact jarring my ribs, sending a fresh wave of pain through my side. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, my vision swimming as I tried to pull myself together. But there was no time for pain, no time for weakness. We were under attack.

my throat was burning bad and I needed water. "You know what ? I will cut this fucking mark , you can only have my marks on your body" He raised his knife and was about to attack but I shouted out with my burning lungs .... "STOP!! ARE YOU CRAZY?!! I WILL BE DEAD IF YOU CUT MY NECK!" He stopped with his knife only inches away from my neck , I sigh and glared at him with tears streaming down from my eyes.... "UGHhhh ! This is bulshit, I can't even remove his mark on you "