Burn Novels & Stories

I growl, directing my anger at the fire itself, "You're hurting your uncle right now, stop! Stop right this fucking second!" I sound like an absolutely insane and hysterical person, but it works. Out of nowhere, the fire surrounding Remington and River stops, but my brother's yelling continues. He's in shock, but still alive. This time, when I push Remington away with all my strength, I actually send him flying to the side and he lands on the ground with an 'oof' sound, but I don't care. I focus on my brother. "Oh, River Doreen," I let out when I see his reddened skin. Those are first degree burns for sure, maybe even second degree bur

I hadn’t thought… He burns. He burns. Then... He stops. Smoke rises from his skin. The night holds still. I open my mouth to say something, maybe to end it but then he stands. He stands. His body shudders, and heat radiates from him like a furnace. His skin glows faintly. His eyes blaze with rage. “You can’t be serious,” I whisper. I fumble for my gun again. Jammed. “Damn it… shit… no no no...” I frantically reload, silver bullets slippery between my fingers.

Celine's frustration spilled over in a seething whisper, "Fuck!" She was fuming, her anger at Zelda matched only by the pain of the hot coffee that had scalded her skin. Passersby stopped and stared, their curious glances adding to Celine's humiliation. With every ounce of willpower she could muster, Celine fought back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She stood tall, her posture defiant despite the throbbing pain of her burns, refusing to let Zelda win.

And then, BOOM! A deafening explosion rocked the entire area. Flames erupted into the sky, creating a massive fireball that lit up the night. The shockwave from the blast sent several people flying backward, including Antonio, who had attempted to dodge the flames. But he wasn’t fast enough—searing heat licked at his arm, burning through his sleeve and leaving a painful wound on his skin. “ARGH!” Antonio gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the agony, but his hand instinctively clutched his burned flesh.

They wouldn’t be able to set my spirit free and I would be stuck here, with him, for eternity. “Oh, don’t be mad, Kiran,” he said to me and I started to burn again. This time I burned for longer and it felt like it would never end. I couldn’t scream anymore, my throat was raw. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t swallow, I couldn’t even think. I lay on the ground burning and burning. I opened my eyes again as the burning stopped and we were in my bedroom. Adara was lying on the bed, holding my pillow, and talking to me.

Bright I dropped a box and cursed, wasting the strength I had reserved to escape from there. Breathing was so hard. Every breath scraped my lungs, and every second was a constant drip of pain over my burned skin. The smell of metal, dried sweat, and despair filled everything. The bottled-up rage wasn't enough to trigger adrenaline in our brains. We needed to fight to leave this place, but our strength dwindled with each passing day. We didn’t even know exactly how many days we had been there, but we felt like we were in hell itself.

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive

Amen My skin starts to burn and my body starts to tingle. Things start to drop around me. The doctor gasps and he says a silent prayer to himself "Motherfucker" the boy says in Spanish sounding panicked. Just at his words, I know that were all pretty much fucked

she tells me as I nod, walking inside. The smell is what hits me first. Charred meat and burnt hair. Walking slowly forward, I look over at the first warrior. He is stocky, strong and about average height. The machine beeps steadily, checking his vitals. Hopefully, his wolf will help him heal so he can wake up soon. All down his left side, his entire body has been seared. “Get me something to clean the wound,” I demand as the nurse runs out of the door.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.